DISCLAIMER and INTRODUCTION: If you are reading these lines, chances are that you know about Gwendoline, whose adventures were told by John Willie.
Here is a brief summary of what happened in ‘Gwendoline and the missing princess’:
Gwendoline is a sweet, beautiful blonde English country girl. Gwendoline is invited to spend some days at U69’s aunt cottage. U69 is a secret agent, a friend of Gwendoline, or more accurately she is her mistress. Rather against her will, Gwendoline is stuffed in corsets and uncomfortable posture improving devices.
Meanwhile, prince Rudolph, the leader of Raindie, a small country in central Europe, conspires to seize leadership of Bulovia, a neighboring small kingdom in central Europe. More particularly, the conspiracy is led by Rudolph’s sisters, Agnes and Sonia. The evil sisters have discovered that Gwendoline resembles a lot to princess Tania, the current leader of Bulovia. Sonia plans to use that extraordinary resemblance to her advantage. She sends her henchwomen (Olga and Zena) to invite Gwendoline to take part of their plot. Gwendoline declines so she is brought to Bulovia, against her will. The henchwomen undertake to convince Gwendoline, to rejoining them. So, Gwendoline is bound, gagged, ready to be whipped.
At that moment U69, auntie and Fifi appeared to the rescue of Gwendoline and the story ends at that very moment.
John Willie had certainly had his reasons for stopping the story right there.
In the following pages, I intend to tell you what happened next. I might also tell you Gwendoline’s following adventures, one chapter at the time. There are many more adventures on Gwendoline’s record. Please note that the following six first chapters are courtesy of a French guy bearing the strange name of Gwenboyfriend (I guess it is a pseudonym).
Note: As I am a French guy, there might be errors in the text. Please be lenient and tell me what’s wrong so that that I can make corrections.
Final note: if you are fluent in French and if you are eager to read what comes next, here is a link where you can do so: https://jeuxdeliens.fr/viewtopic.php?t=2865
Now let the story begin.
Chapter 1.1. Gwendoline finds out about the bulovian conspiracy
U69, her aunt and Fifi (the aunt’s maid) just appeared in the cell where Gwendoline is captive. They are armed with brownings and they threaten Olga and Zena.
U69: - Don’t worry, darling, I shall free you.
U69 moves towards Gwendoline which catches glimpses between U69’s aunt and one of the kidnappers. This alarms Gwen who tries to warn her friend. Unfortunately, the gag muffles the alarm and it just seems as if she shows impatience.
U69: - You know, I love to see you bound and gagged, but wait just a minute. I shall free you. I won’t let you in your uncomfortable position.
Really, it is not the moment to think about their games. Gwendoline realizes that something infamous is going on. She glances at one of her kidnappers to see that she is ready to activate a lever close to the wall. She spots U69’s aunt nodding and Fifi’s grinning.
- mmmmppff!
The muffled shriek now alarms U69. Too late! A net falls on her. The enemies step closer. U69 triggers her gun without hesitation.
U69’s gun clicks but does not fire.
Fifi: - Damned! I must have forgotten to load your gun. So sorry.
U69 begins to understand the scale of the conspiracy. Auntie has lowered her gun and shows a satisfied look.
U69 has been played. Gwen is bound and gagged, Olga, Zena, Fifi and auntie surround her. She drops her gun. Her enemies free her from the net.
Gwendoline is horrified is by these events, she squirms in her bonds and complains in her gag. A whip stroke cools her down.
U69’s aunt comes close to Gwen.
- We shall take care of you once we have dealt with my stupid niece. I suggest you evaluate carefully your options while we proceed with your girlfriend.
Gwendoline is powerless. She calms down. She watches how U69 is stripped of her clothes, then stuffed in a full leather sheath. This sheath comprises a single glove for her arms. Even her head is covered. Only her face emerges from this awful garment. Now Zena is tying the lacing as tight as she can.
U69, now helpless, tries to get some intelligence from her aunt:
- So, you are an accomplice in this plan?
Auntie: - A plan well designed. It will bring my friends, that is Olga and Agnès to lead this country. We will all become very rich, even if we will not use fully legal means for that.
U69: - But it is the prince which should reign, be in charge of the country?
Olga scoffs: - The prince is a sucker. He looks nice but he doesn’t understand anything. He is incompetent as a leader.
Auntie: - And soon the real power will be the hands of Sonia, assisted by her sister Agnes.
U69: - I see. But what has Gwendoline to do in this scheme?
Olga: - The princess Tania is much more stubborn that anticipated. She is reluctant to hand her position over. When Sonia discovered the amazing resemblance between the princess and your naïve friend, she decided to take advantage of the opportunity which arose!
U69: - Why did you kidnap only Gwen? Not me?
Olga: - Capture you in England and bring you here? A trained agent as you are?
U69: - Gwen was the target and the bait.
Auntie: - Yes ! We knew that you would soon discover that your idiotic friend is in Bulovia. You would than rush here by yourself, and fall in our trap!
U69: - I am not finished. I still have skills in the art of escaping.
The evil aunt looks at Olga and Zena:
- Check the lacing of her gown!
The henchwomen make sure that the lacing is as tight as possible.
They are enjoying the moment. U69 winches as she feels tiny needles pressing her skin. Her aunt smiles and explains:
- Don’t worry. The needles are very short. They will not harm you but they will sting you. You shouldn’t move too much.
U69 : - I still have a card to play. Before we left, I informed the chief of the secret services. Except for your treason, my report describes all of the conspiracy. You should better free me and Gwendoline, then surrender. It will be taken into account during your trial.
Auntie: - Yes, the chief has read your report very carefully. It is well written. He will keep it carefully in his office. He is just sorry that your love for that foolish girl made you so negligent.
Gwen understands that her enemies have planned everything. Their success is complete. But U69 doesn’t seem to give up:
- I shall free myself from that sheath!
Auntie : - Oh, but there is more!
The crooks bring a cage in the form of a female body. Gwen remembers that she had been locked in such a cage. In the dungeon of sir d’Arcy. Not exactly the same device: U69’s cage has a front and a back side. It opens by the means of hinges on the right side. And there is only one lock, on the left?
U69 is placed in the awful cage.
U69: - It will take some time, but I will pick the locks of the cage.
Auntie: - Are you sure? The locks?
Now U69 fells heat close to her hip. Auntie explains:
- Yes, the heat comes from a soldering iron. But don’t worry. It is not to harm you. It is to weld the lock shut.
Soon the lock is welded close.
Now that U69 is bound in her leather sheath, locked in a welded iron cage, she gets it : there is no way she can escape.
Auntie is satisfied: - Now, dear, do you still think that you will escape?
U69: - Your scheme will fail. Gwen will not rally you. She will never become your accomplice.
Auntie: - Clearly, it is great time that we silence that ugly bird.
Zena pushes a big rubber ball in U69’s mouth. She makes sure the ball stays in place by buckling a strap behind her head. U69 can no more utter a sound.
Gwen gets the look of her friend. She understands that the evil aunt triumphs. U69 is completely helpless.
Zena: - I suggest that I lock her in her cell.
Olga: - No, it would be a pity if she misses what comes next!
Auntie agrees and talks to poor Gwendoline:
My dear, by now you have certainly got that you have to accept your offer?
The captive wonders what exactly is this offer?
Olga: - Before we give you the details of our offer, I believe we should execute what we were about to do as aunt Tati joined us.
Tati: - It will show you that we mean business.
Olga makes a sign to Zena. Zena takes a whip, places herself behind Gwendoline, and comments:
- That nice work tool has work to do!
Gwen’s buttocks will soon get red…
To be continued in a few days or perhaps one week...
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The adventures of Gwendoline -Episode 1- Diana the journalist (M/F) (F/F)
The adventures of Gwendoline -Episode 1- Diana the journalist (M/F) (F/F)
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Chapter 1.2. Gwendoline is getting married
Princess Tania sits uncomfortably on a straight-backed chair. Straps fix her arms at each side of the chair back. More straps fix her body to the chair. Her legs and thighs are also immobilized by straps. A strap around her forehead forces her to keep her head up. There is a television screen in front of her.
Zena: - Il is rather uncommon to watch your own wedding live on TV!
Tania feels that if she would not wear a gag, she would miss it. Gagged, Tania does not care to answer to Zena’s teasing. She thinks:
“It is also rather uncommon to be a captive in one’s own palace.”
Tania reflects about her situation. How she found herself in that predicament.
It all started with the official visit of prince Rudolph. The visit was programmed by her loyal secretary Eleonore. Prince Rudolph came with her sisters Sonia and Agnes. There were also her two maids, Olga and Zena.
Soon, princess Tania felt at unease. Something was wrong. The prince seemed stupid and under the thumb of Sonia. She claimed being not in great shape and being tired to avoid being present at the banquet which was prepared to honor her guests.
She should have been more careful. But could she guess such a treason? How could she have imagined that her wedding with prince Rudolph would be announced during the banquet? A wedding would mean the fusion of the two kingdoms, Raindie and Bulovia. A fusion would mean that prince Rudolph takes over the reins of Bulovia.
Warned by her secretary, she rushed to the banquet hall to denounce this infamy and restore the truth. But Agnes, Olga and Zena intercepted her. The two henchwomen easily overpowered her, neutralized her. Olga maintained her while Zena bound her wrists behind her back. Then her arms. The princess tried to call for help, but soon a big cloth was stuffed in her mouth. The cloth was skillfully fixed in her mouth by two ribbons, gagging her effectively. She could only utter some pathetic whispers. Eleonore tried to run, to get help, but Agnes made sure that she failed. She was caught, then swiftly bound and gagged.
There are cells in the basement of the royal castle. The princess and Eleonore were led into a cell. Tania was chained to the wall, still gagged. The bad women acted swiftly, with determination. Luck was on their side. No bulovian guard noticed the actions of these three female gangsters. None intervened as the princess and her secretary were drawn into the cell.
Tania’s gag was replaced with a ball of foam. Then her mouth was kept close with a leather panel, buckled behind her head. An even more effective gag than the previous one.
Then Sonia made herself at ease before the helpless princess.
- Here is what’s going to happen. Agnes is going to announce that you are sick and that you have to rest. That’s why you will not appear in public the next days. Olga and Agnes will represent you during your absence. In reality, we will use that time, to convince you to rally our plan. We are prepared to use all means necessary, even torture. It would be wise to yield right now. Of course, gagged as you are, you cannot. Thus, we shall begin to torment you, to show you that me mean business, but also because it will be a pleasure tormenting you. I recommend that you be ready to accept our offer when we will remove your gag.
Despite her anxiety, the princess did not yield. She resisted to the bullying, the torments and punishments that she had to endure. She hoped that her folk would finally come at her rescue. But it seemed that all of her people did not care or did not know her perilous position. Except for her secretary.
The poor secretary was badly treated for her loyalty. She wore a very small and short dress. Her ankles were chained together so that she could walk, but not fast. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back. A big ball of foam was inserted in her mouth. She could not spit this ball because of a small metallic cage around her head. One metallic band went from under her chin to over her head so that she could not open her mouth, another band surrounded her head from the back of her head to her mouth. A foam stamp was inserted between her lips and the metal band. That means she was very effectively gagged. She had to serve as a liaison officer. She had to hold a small tray which carried the messages she had to deliver. Of course, if she was too slow, she was stimulated with some switch strokes on her buttocks. This treatment saddened the princess. Her kidnappers promptly reminded her that she just had to accept to marry prince Rudolph. Once married, all torments and humiliations would cease.
But the brave princess did not yield. Bound, gagged, whipped, tormented, she stayed firm.
Then she was placed in a balltie. Her bent legs pressed against her chest. It was painful. Her arms were tied behind her back with ropes that wrapped also around her thighs. Her gag was only removed when they brought her the bowl containing her vile food. The water bowl was always in place. Driven by thirst, she had sometimes pulled on her bonds to moisten her gag.
She was placed in the middle of a room where maids and members of the court passed. Everyone passing in this room was instructed to torment the poor captive princess. And many did so. Some just checked her bonds, making sure they are where still tight, or they made sure her gag was still well in place. Some others slapped her well exposed butt. Many used the available tools, whip or switch to take care of her butt.
Once she tried to reach a penknife that a passing person lost. She thought that was a friendly act, but she doubted it as she realized that the knife was almost out of reach. She pulled on her bonds, lied down on her side and strained herself in her bonds to reach the knife. She was spotted. She was harshly punished for the attempt. She was suspended upside down, during several hours. Then she was replaced in her balltie position, which was perfected: she was also bound to a ring fixed to the floor. She couldn’t even try the move in the room.
She still didn’t submit. The torturers decided to blindfold her. A strip of cloth was bound over her eyes. She could no longer see who was there or what he was doing. Would he whip her? Or just check her bonds?
Some people just stayed a long moment, staring at the poor princess, to revel at her anxiety.
Later the headband which blindfolded her stayed in place even for eating. She discovered her bland food only at the moment she tasted it.
Yet she still did not yield. She was sure that at least some important people were faithful, that her folk would finally ask questions about her whereabouts. Her kidnappers would finally give up their vile scheme.
And then they discovered that she has a double.
The princess is pulled out of her dark thoughts by Zena, who leans towards her:
- Listen, the show is about to start!
The speaker in the TV explains:
- Ladies and gentlemen, dear viewers, I am sure that many of you have gathered around your televisions. You would not want to miss this event that marks the union of two countries, long in conflict.
A feminine voice takes over:
- It is not the first time that this union happens. These two countries have regularly been allies or foes. Note that when they became allies, it was always by means of marriage.
The speaker continues.
- Here comes the prince, in his carriage.
- The royal carriage, worthy of a fairy tale. It will carry the royal couple to the palace, after the wedding.
- Where is the bride?
- Let me explain: the ceremony is organized according to an age-old tradition, and let’s say it, a rather surprising tradition.
The princess which is well aware of this tradition pulls against her bonds. She is getting irritated by the enthusiastic remarks of the commentators.
Zena calls her to order:
- It is no use. Better calm down and enjoy the show.
The princess would rather sit in a cell than watching this show. Although she knows why Gwen agreed to this charade, she still is upset with her.
Gwen’s kidnappers promised her that she would be free once the ceremony was over. Provided that she does not say anything about the deception. And to be sure that Gwen stays quiet, they will keep her friend U69 in the castle. She would pay a high price, should Gwen speak out. Anyway, it is unlikely that she would be believed.
The princess’s attention is brought back to the present by the speaker who announces Gwendoline’s arrival.
- Here comes the princess on foot, in a white dress, surrounded by the royal guards.
- You mean a wedding dress.
- Yes, and you will agree that the show is rather enjoyable.
- Tell us about the corset she is wearing.
- A nice corset. It also keeps her arms against her body, behind her back. The strict lacing making every movement impossible. Her legs are also wrapped in a tight sheath, unfortunately we cannot see under her loose dress.
- She can walk with subtlety, but her gait is extremely graceful.
- All of this highlights a flawless body. My dear Marlene, perhaps you can explain why such an unusual arrival?
- Certainly! It is a reminder of the first union of our two countries. At that time, the reigning prince was also named Rudolph. He had kidnapped Diane, the reigning princess at that time, and he led her like that at the altar.
- Did he also gag her, as is the princess?
- Yes, with a gag made of white silk.
- This doesn’t seem fair?
- You have to know the full story.
- Please tell us!
The banter of these two journalists who lightly comment an infamy hurts the princess. It reminds her of her powerlessness.
- Diane’s men intervened. They freed her just before the wedding was concluded. Diane’s rescuers removed her gag. The archbishop had just asked the question. He looked at the princess. She gave her answer.
- What was it?
- Yes!
- Yes?
- That’s what she said. Thus, she became Rudolph’s wife and moreover the two countries became allies. Unfortunately, this union did not have any children. When Diane died of old age, her relatives decided that her country would recover its independence. This is how the rivalry between these two principalities has perdured to this day.
- That’s a nice story, but is it true?
- Certainly, it is true, according to the people who prepared the wedding. Have you noticed that the bride and the groom’s names are Tania and Rudolph? That’s too much to be a coincidence. The story must be true.
The princess is horrified. She pulls again against her bonds. As uselessly as before. This story is false. It was invented by her kidnappers. But now that it was broadcasted, everyone will believe it. And she is tied up on this horrific chair, unable to counter this deception, forced to listen these stupid comments.
She shivers as Zena’s switch grazes on her chest.
- I always enjoy watching you trying to get free. By now you should have understood that you cannot succeed.
The princess reports her attention to the ceremony. She watches Gwendoline walking across the square in front of the cathedral. She tries to walk with dignity, despite her lacing and her gag. Her dress emphasizes her body. She is her perfect double.
Gwen, restrained by her tight petticoat, walks slowly to the cathedral. As gracefully as possible. Of course, she wears her loose dress and none notices the tight sheath around her legs, under her dress. She enters the nave where the wedding ceremony is to take place. The cameras inside took over.
Zena, still cruel and smiling, notices the nice demeanor of the princess’s look-alike.
- I hope you appreciate. This girl honors you by her behavior. One could say that she is proud to be bound and gagged. Well, by now she must be used to be bound and gagged, just like you!
Fifi just arrived:
- So sad that our master spy misses the show.
- Oh, but she doesn’t miss it. She is well placed to attend!
A television camera sweeps across the nave. The speaker comments again:
- What about this woman, locked this narrow cage?
- She is an agent who acted against our country. She tried to sabotage the alliance between the two principalities.
By seeing this, Fifi has some doubts.
- It does not seem wise to expose U69 like that?
- On the contrary! It shows that our secret services are efficient and that they support this alliance.
Desperate, the princess realizes that the conspiracy has even more wide-reaching ramifications than what she thought.
The critical moment has arrived. Zena notices the princess’s enhanced attention.
- Do you really believe that that stupid girl will shout the truth? Even if she would, who would believe her?
- That’s another reason for the presence of U69: to remind Gwendoline that she must obey if she wants to protect her friend.
Tania curses the stupidity of her look-alike. How can she imagine that these evil women will keep their word?
As if Zena heard Tania’s thoughts, she explains:
- We promised her that she will quit freely this country, once the ceremony is over. We will keep our word. If she wishes to board a plane to England, she will be allowed to do so, as a free girl.
The princess suspects that there is something fishy in that statement. But she has other worries than the fate of that foolish girl. This deception is about to lead her whole country into sorrow.
Zena wants to be unpleasant once more:
- You are unfair. Your country will become very rich. Gangsters will get a safe place which they will use as a base for organizing their activities. They will conclude deals with the secret services, perhaps even with governments. They will build an entire network of bars, casinos and other pleasure facilities. You should have accepted our offer; you would have benefited from it.
The princess is tightly bound, she wears her gag. She cannot protest nor state her refusal. She can only whimper pitifully.
The archbishop just asked Gwendoline if she agrees to marry prince Rudolph. Rudolph begins slowly to remove her gag.
Zena grins:
- What will Gwendoline answer?
To be continued (in a few days, perhaps a week or two).
Princess Tania sits uncomfortably on a straight-backed chair. Straps fix her arms at each side of the chair back. More straps fix her body to the chair. Her legs and thighs are also immobilized by straps. A strap around her forehead forces her to keep her head up. There is a television screen in front of her.
Zena: - Il is rather uncommon to watch your own wedding live on TV!
Tania feels that if she would not wear a gag, she would miss it. Gagged, Tania does not care to answer to Zena’s teasing. She thinks:
“It is also rather uncommon to be a captive in one’s own palace.”
Tania reflects about her situation. How she found herself in that predicament.
It all started with the official visit of prince Rudolph. The visit was programmed by her loyal secretary Eleonore. Prince Rudolph came with her sisters Sonia and Agnes. There were also her two maids, Olga and Zena.
Soon, princess Tania felt at unease. Something was wrong. The prince seemed stupid and under the thumb of Sonia. She claimed being not in great shape and being tired to avoid being present at the banquet which was prepared to honor her guests.
She should have been more careful. But could she guess such a treason? How could she have imagined that her wedding with prince Rudolph would be announced during the banquet? A wedding would mean the fusion of the two kingdoms, Raindie and Bulovia. A fusion would mean that prince Rudolph takes over the reins of Bulovia.
Warned by her secretary, she rushed to the banquet hall to denounce this infamy and restore the truth. But Agnes, Olga and Zena intercepted her. The two henchwomen easily overpowered her, neutralized her. Olga maintained her while Zena bound her wrists behind her back. Then her arms. The princess tried to call for help, but soon a big cloth was stuffed in her mouth. The cloth was skillfully fixed in her mouth by two ribbons, gagging her effectively. She could only utter some pathetic whispers. Eleonore tried to run, to get help, but Agnes made sure that she failed. She was caught, then swiftly bound and gagged.
There are cells in the basement of the royal castle. The princess and Eleonore were led into a cell. Tania was chained to the wall, still gagged. The bad women acted swiftly, with determination. Luck was on their side. No bulovian guard noticed the actions of these three female gangsters. None intervened as the princess and her secretary were drawn into the cell.
Tania’s gag was replaced with a ball of foam. Then her mouth was kept close with a leather panel, buckled behind her head. An even more effective gag than the previous one.
Then Sonia made herself at ease before the helpless princess.
- Here is what’s going to happen. Agnes is going to announce that you are sick and that you have to rest. That’s why you will not appear in public the next days. Olga and Agnes will represent you during your absence. In reality, we will use that time, to convince you to rally our plan. We are prepared to use all means necessary, even torture. It would be wise to yield right now. Of course, gagged as you are, you cannot. Thus, we shall begin to torment you, to show you that me mean business, but also because it will be a pleasure tormenting you. I recommend that you be ready to accept our offer when we will remove your gag.
Despite her anxiety, the princess did not yield. She resisted to the bullying, the torments and punishments that she had to endure. She hoped that her folk would finally come at her rescue. But it seemed that all of her people did not care or did not know her perilous position. Except for her secretary.
The poor secretary was badly treated for her loyalty. She wore a very small and short dress. Her ankles were chained together so that she could walk, but not fast. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back. A big ball of foam was inserted in her mouth. She could not spit this ball because of a small metallic cage around her head. One metallic band went from under her chin to over her head so that she could not open her mouth, another band surrounded her head from the back of her head to her mouth. A foam stamp was inserted between her lips and the metal band. That means she was very effectively gagged. She had to serve as a liaison officer. She had to hold a small tray which carried the messages she had to deliver. Of course, if she was too slow, she was stimulated with some switch strokes on her buttocks. This treatment saddened the princess. Her kidnappers promptly reminded her that she just had to accept to marry prince Rudolph. Once married, all torments and humiliations would cease.
But the brave princess did not yield. Bound, gagged, whipped, tormented, she stayed firm.
Then she was placed in a balltie. Her bent legs pressed against her chest. It was painful. Her arms were tied behind her back with ropes that wrapped also around her thighs. Her gag was only removed when they brought her the bowl containing her vile food. The water bowl was always in place. Driven by thirst, she had sometimes pulled on her bonds to moisten her gag.
She was placed in the middle of a room where maids and members of the court passed. Everyone passing in this room was instructed to torment the poor captive princess. And many did so. Some just checked her bonds, making sure they are where still tight, or they made sure her gag was still well in place. Some others slapped her well exposed butt. Many used the available tools, whip or switch to take care of her butt.
Once she tried to reach a penknife that a passing person lost. She thought that was a friendly act, but she doubted it as she realized that the knife was almost out of reach. She pulled on her bonds, lied down on her side and strained herself in her bonds to reach the knife. She was spotted. She was harshly punished for the attempt. She was suspended upside down, during several hours. Then she was replaced in her balltie position, which was perfected: she was also bound to a ring fixed to the floor. She couldn’t even try the move in the room.
She still didn’t submit. The torturers decided to blindfold her. A strip of cloth was bound over her eyes. She could no longer see who was there or what he was doing. Would he whip her? Or just check her bonds?
Some people just stayed a long moment, staring at the poor princess, to revel at her anxiety.
Later the headband which blindfolded her stayed in place even for eating. She discovered her bland food only at the moment she tasted it.
Yet she still did not yield. She was sure that at least some important people were faithful, that her folk would finally ask questions about her whereabouts. Her kidnappers would finally give up their vile scheme.
And then they discovered that she has a double.
The princess is pulled out of her dark thoughts by Zena, who leans towards her:
- Listen, the show is about to start!
The speaker in the TV explains:
- Ladies and gentlemen, dear viewers, I am sure that many of you have gathered around your televisions. You would not want to miss this event that marks the union of two countries, long in conflict.
A feminine voice takes over:
- It is not the first time that this union happens. These two countries have regularly been allies or foes. Note that when they became allies, it was always by means of marriage.
The speaker continues.
- Here comes the prince, in his carriage.
- The royal carriage, worthy of a fairy tale. It will carry the royal couple to the palace, after the wedding.
- Where is the bride?
- Let me explain: the ceremony is organized according to an age-old tradition, and let’s say it, a rather surprising tradition.
The princess which is well aware of this tradition pulls against her bonds. She is getting irritated by the enthusiastic remarks of the commentators.
Zena calls her to order:
- It is no use. Better calm down and enjoy the show.
The princess would rather sit in a cell than watching this show. Although she knows why Gwen agreed to this charade, she still is upset with her.
Gwen’s kidnappers promised her that she would be free once the ceremony was over. Provided that she does not say anything about the deception. And to be sure that Gwen stays quiet, they will keep her friend U69 in the castle. She would pay a high price, should Gwen speak out. Anyway, it is unlikely that she would be believed.
The princess’s attention is brought back to the present by the speaker who announces Gwendoline’s arrival.
- Here comes the princess on foot, in a white dress, surrounded by the royal guards.
- You mean a wedding dress.
- Yes, and you will agree that the show is rather enjoyable.
- Tell us about the corset she is wearing.
- A nice corset. It also keeps her arms against her body, behind her back. The strict lacing making every movement impossible. Her legs are also wrapped in a tight sheath, unfortunately we cannot see under her loose dress.
- She can walk with subtlety, but her gait is extremely graceful.
- All of this highlights a flawless body. My dear Marlene, perhaps you can explain why such an unusual arrival?
- Certainly! It is a reminder of the first union of our two countries. At that time, the reigning prince was also named Rudolph. He had kidnapped Diane, the reigning princess at that time, and he led her like that at the altar.
- Did he also gag her, as is the princess?
- Yes, with a gag made of white silk.
- This doesn’t seem fair?
- You have to know the full story.
- Please tell us!
The banter of these two journalists who lightly comment an infamy hurts the princess. It reminds her of her powerlessness.
- Diane’s men intervened. They freed her just before the wedding was concluded. Diane’s rescuers removed her gag. The archbishop had just asked the question. He looked at the princess. She gave her answer.
- What was it?
- Yes!
- Yes?
- That’s what she said. Thus, she became Rudolph’s wife and moreover the two countries became allies. Unfortunately, this union did not have any children. When Diane died of old age, her relatives decided that her country would recover its independence. This is how the rivalry between these two principalities has perdured to this day.
- That’s a nice story, but is it true?
- Certainly, it is true, according to the people who prepared the wedding. Have you noticed that the bride and the groom’s names are Tania and Rudolph? That’s too much to be a coincidence. The story must be true.
The princess is horrified. She pulls again against her bonds. As uselessly as before. This story is false. It was invented by her kidnappers. But now that it was broadcasted, everyone will believe it. And she is tied up on this horrific chair, unable to counter this deception, forced to listen these stupid comments.
She shivers as Zena’s switch grazes on her chest.
- I always enjoy watching you trying to get free. By now you should have understood that you cannot succeed.
The princess reports her attention to the ceremony. She watches Gwendoline walking across the square in front of the cathedral. She tries to walk with dignity, despite her lacing and her gag. Her dress emphasizes her body. She is her perfect double.
Gwen, restrained by her tight petticoat, walks slowly to the cathedral. As gracefully as possible. Of course, she wears her loose dress and none notices the tight sheath around her legs, under her dress. She enters the nave where the wedding ceremony is to take place. The cameras inside took over.
Zena, still cruel and smiling, notices the nice demeanor of the princess’s look-alike.
- I hope you appreciate. This girl honors you by her behavior. One could say that she is proud to be bound and gagged. Well, by now she must be used to be bound and gagged, just like you!
Fifi just arrived:
- So sad that our master spy misses the show.
- Oh, but she doesn’t miss it. She is well placed to attend!
A television camera sweeps across the nave. The speaker comments again:
- What about this woman, locked this narrow cage?
- She is an agent who acted against our country. She tried to sabotage the alliance between the two principalities.
By seeing this, Fifi has some doubts.
- It does not seem wise to expose U69 like that?
- On the contrary! It shows that our secret services are efficient and that they support this alliance.
Desperate, the princess realizes that the conspiracy has even more wide-reaching ramifications than what she thought.
The critical moment has arrived. Zena notices the princess’s enhanced attention.
- Do you really believe that that stupid girl will shout the truth? Even if she would, who would believe her?
- That’s another reason for the presence of U69: to remind Gwendoline that she must obey if she wants to protect her friend.
Tania curses the stupidity of her look-alike. How can she imagine that these evil women will keep their word?
As if Zena heard Tania’s thoughts, she explains:
- We promised her that she will quit freely this country, once the ceremony is over. We will keep our word. If she wishes to board a plane to England, she will be allowed to do so, as a free girl.
The princess suspects that there is something fishy in that statement. But she has other worries than the fate of that foolish girl. This deception is about to lead her whole country into sorrow.
Zena wants to be unpleasant once more:
- You are unfair. Your country will become very rich. Gangsters will get a safe place which they will use as a base for organizing their activities. They will conclude deals with the secret services, perhaps even with governments. They will build an entire network of bars, casinos and other pleasure facilities. You should have accepted our offer; you would have benefited from it.
The princess is tightly bound, she wears her gag. She cannot protest nor state her refusal. She can only whimper pitifully.
The archbishop just asked Gwendoline if she agrees to marry prince Rudolph. Rudolph begins slowly to remove her gag.
Zena grins:
- What will Gwendoline answer?
To be continued (in a few days, perhaps a week or two).
Chapter 1.3. Gwendoline returns home
Gwendoline sits in the plane taking her back to England. She thinks that her return trip is much more comfortable than her outbound trip. Hard to have a worse trip than this horrible trip. Alone in the hold. Bound and gagged. Her body squeezed in a narrow corset. Her arms fused together in a tightly laced armbinder. And above all, tight ropes which bound her completely. She was so tightly and completely bound that she could hardly breathe.
Well not exactly. At one moment, Olga removed her gag, in case she would not feel well. She made a rude comment: - Behave, or else!
A touching gesture you would say, if you don’t consider the ropes burning her soft skin.
Don’t forget the torments she had to endure. Nor the deception she became the powerless accomplice.
When her gag was removed, during the wedding ceremony, she was of course tempted to say no, to shout that she was not the princess.
She recalled U69 in her cage. The secret services involved in this deception. Doctors willing to testimony about her confusion, that she should rest during months, out of public scrutiny. U69’s aunt was very clear: if Gwen tried to sabotage the wedding, she would immediately be subdued. So much easily as her arms were laced against her body, making her defenseless. Her confusion, perhaps even her madness would justify the usurpation by the prince. He would take over the lead of the two kingdoms, while he would be waiting for her future wife to recover.
As for Gwen, she would rejoin her friend in a dungeon with no hope of being freed.
So, Gwen uttered the fateful “I do”. Respecting the traditions, Rudolph kissed the bride, then tenderly put the gag back on his wife’s lips. Thus, signifying the submission of the sovereign to her husband.
The couple left the hall to the applause of the attendees.
Gwen thought that she would be freed of her bonds and led to the airport where she would at last catch a plane and leave this country. And forget the deception she agreed to be accomplice.
Not so easy. Fifi and Tati approached her:
- Not so fast. The ceremony isn’t over.
Gwendoline did not understand. She knew that a party was planned after the wedding. The princess had to be displayed during the banquet, like a doll in her own castle. But most of the beneficiary if this infamy were convinced that it was the real princess who would be displayed. Why risk exposing her look-alike?
Fifi had smiled cruelly. She led Gwen into a room where they were awaited by another maid known to the prisoner. Zaza, a servant of the infamous countess and the vile count d’Arcy.
Before becoming the victim of princess Tania’s enemies, Gwen had to face those criminals. For a reason unknown to herself, sir d’Arcy wanted to marry her. She refused. Sir d’Arcy tried to force her into the marriage by demanding the payment of her father’s debts. Fortunately, “lightning”, her horse won a race. She was able to repay him with her winnings from the race.
But she would never have succeeded if she hadn’t been saved several times by U69 from the kidnapping attempts of the infamous count d’Arcy.
Now U69, betrayed by her aunt, was prisoner in this castle. Ashamed, she lowered her head, awaiting the fate that Fifi and Zaza had in store for her. In other circumstances, she would have laughed at these ridiculous names. In reality, they concealed the skills of the two servants, completely devoted to her mistress and master.
They had taken off her wedding dress, dressed her in short leather skirt and a leather bustier.
Ungagged, she claimed:
- Tati promised that I would be free after the wedding!
Zaza answered:
- No, she promised that you would be free after the ceremony. You will be free after the ceremony.
Fifi: - The ceremony includes the banquet, held in honor of the newlyweds and the reunion of two countries.
The servant then covered Gwen’s mouth by a large leather gag. They added a white Victorian maid’s mob cap.
They cuffed her hands behind her back. The chain between the handcuffs was attached to her belt. Gwen had a bit of freedom with her hands, but she had to keep her hands behind her back.
They cuffed her ankles so that she could walk, but only with small steps.
They had led her victim in front of a mirror so that she could see the result.
In this accoutrement, it was unlikely that her stunning resemblance with the princess would be noticed. And even if the resemblance would be spotted, what harm would be done?
She was taken to the banquet hall. At the main table where of course prince Rudolph. At her side was princess Tania. Her entire body was bound with very tight straps. She was also gagged with a leather panel gag. Rudolph’s sisters, Sonia and Agnes where also at that table, as well as some dignitaries that Gwen did not know.
In the hall, among the guests, sitting at a table, she recognized the countess “M”, sir d’Arcy and U69’s aunt.
Noticing Gwen’s distress, Fifi had cruelly worsened it:
- Why such a disapproving look? It’s your work that you are contemplating.
Ashamed, the unfortunate prisoner realized that the ruthless criminal was telling the truth. She was an accomplice in this disgrace. And what had she gained in return? The princess had lost her kingdom and certainly also her freedom, U69 was still a prisoner, and herself had no guarantee of regaining her freedom. As if Fifi sensed her thoughts, she responded:
- My mistress does not lie. She promised you that you would be free. She will keep her word. Now, go take the order at your friend d’Arcy’s table.
At a signal from d’Arcy, Fifi and Zaza came to sit at their table.
At that moment, the prince had stood up and begun an awkward and pompous speech.
- My friends, I am happy to see you all here to celebrate the end of the division between your two countries. To celebrate the union of our two countries. We are also celebrating my union with princess Tania.
The prince pointed to the princess, tightly restrained and gagged in her chair.
- As you can see, your union has been celebrated in accordance with our ancestral traditions.
Applause erupted.
- The princess will reign by my side and… she will remain bound to her throne.
The pitiful joke had triggered a round of laughter and applause.
- We must not forget that some people tried to sabotage this union. Not all were caught, but we captured the main opponent.
Gwen felt a terrible premonition. A curtain rose, and U69, locked in the cage fitted to her body appeared. The cage was hanging from a frame. Two servants were pushing the frame onto the stage as new applause ran out.
Gwen was horrified by the satisfaction her aunt displayed. She tried to back up. D’Arcy grasped the chain around her wrists:
- You don’t seem to feel well. Please have a seat. There will always be time to go get our orders.
The countess intervened:
- Do you still plan to seduce her?
- Yes. This brazen girl will become lady d’Arcy.
Chained as she was, Gwen could not resist. She sat on sir d’Arcy’s lap. She felt embarrassment and shame about it.
D’Arcy began to stroke her gently.
- You will end up liking me, my dear.
Gwen was not pleased by these attentions. She tried to protest, but gagged as she was, she realized that the sounds she made could be misinterpreted.
- At first, I only wanted to marry you out of interest, now I am starting to desire you too!
Gwen was disturbed by the remarks of the despicable individual. She always believed that this marriage proposal was driven by desire. What interest or convenience could there be in marrying a poor farm girl? All her possessions where a farm of little real value and a horse.
The countess: - You are losing your mind!
- Of course not! Once I have gotten what I want from her and used her for my pleasure, we will find her some use somewhere else.
Tati: - May I remember you that I gave my word that she would be free to leave the castle and the kingdom?
D’Arcy: - Very well. I will have the pleasure of pursuing her. Wherever she goes, I will find her.
Gwen understood that she would not be able to escape the vicious the infamous d’Arcy if she just returned to her farm. But her attention was drawn to what was happening on the stage. One of the guests stepped up and grabbed a whip held out by the prince. The man positioned himself behind U69 and delivered a sharp blow on the caged prisoner’s buttocks. He had passed the instrument to the next person, who did the same.
Gwen had looked away but U69’s aunt reacted:
-I suggest you watch what happens to my niece. You are the main responsible for her fate.
Gwen was submitted to the caresses of her would-be lover. She had also to endure the sight of her friend being humiliated and tormented. What an unbearable situation.
Then Gwen had to go get the refreshments. She had to pass before U69. She was horrified by the marks on her buttocks. From her friends look, she understood that she had recognized her. Gwen had looked her in the eyes to remind how much she loved her. She wished she could tell her that she was thinking of a way to end this deception.
For now, she had to serve her enemies.
Gwen, ashamed to be so submissive, saw the princess who was witnessing this grim spectacle. Just as powerless as she was.
She decided that she would find a way to return her sovereignty of Bulovia.
A jolt on the plane wakes Gwen. She realizes that she had fallen asleep and relived the nightmare of that deceitful day.
Tati had kept her word and let her go. A driver had even been arranged to take her to the airport. She had been given some money and a plane ticket. She went to a counter and exchanged the ticket for a different time and a different destination airport. She used some money to call her uncle to tell him where and when she would arrive. She treated herself to a good meal. She was hungry. During the banquet she was gagged. She got no food. Then she boarded and settled in comfortably for her journey.
She knows how to destroy the vile conspiracy and how to escape d’Arcy’s persistent attentions. Before leaving, she sent a telegram to a local journalist, giving her enough details to pique her interest. Her uncle will take her to her rendezvous. Once the paper published with her photo, the deception will be revealed. That will be the end of count d’Arcy, the countess and their accomplices’ atrocious schemes.
Before going out, she looks at a mirror and observes herself for a moment. What a pleasure to notice the absence of ropes, chains or other restraining items. To see that her lips are not covered with any type of gag. To appreciate that her breasts are not exposed to everyone’s view. Her skirt and her blouse are elegant and modest. She feels like herself. She leaves the airport. Soon, the princess’s captors will regret their vile actions.
To be continued (in a few days, perhaps a week or two)
Gwendoline sits in the plane taking her back to England. She thinks that her return trip is much more comfortable than her outbound trip. Hard to have a worse trip than this horrible trip. Alone in the hold. Bound and gagged. Her body squeezed in a narrow corset. Her arms fused together in a tightly laced armbinder. And above all, tight ropes which bound her completely. She was so tightly and completely bound that she could hardly breathe.
Well not exactly. At one moment, Olga removed her gag, in case she would not feel well. She made a rude comment: - Behave, or else!
A touching gesture you would say, if you don’t consider the ropes burning her soft skin.
Don’t forget the torments she had to endure. Nor the deception she became the powerless accomplice.
When her gag was removed, during the wedding ceremony, she was of course tempted to say no, to shout that she was not the princess.
She recalled U69 in her cage. The secret services involved in this deception. Doctors willing to testimony about her confusion, that she should rest during months, out of public scrutiny. U69’s aunt was very clear: if Gwen tried to sabotage the wedding, she would immediately be subdued. So much easily as her arms were laced against her body, making her defenseless. Her confusion, perhaps even her madness would justify the usurpation by the prince. He would take over the lead of the two kingdoms, while he would be waiting for her future wife to recover.
As for Gwen, she would rejoin her friend in a dungeon with no hope of being freed.
So, Gwen uttered the fateful “I do”. Respecting the traditions, Rudolph kissed the bride, then tenderly put the gag back on his wife’s lips. Thus, signifying the submission of the sovereign to her husband.
The couple left the hall to the applause of the attendees.
Gwen thought that she would be freed of her bonds and led to the airport where she would at last catch a plane and leave this country. And forget the deception she agreed to be accomplice.
Not so easy. Fifi and Tati approached her:
- Not so fast. The ceremony isn’t over.
Gwendoline did not understand. She knew that a party was planned after the wedding. The princess had to be displayed during the banquet, like a doll in her own castle. But most of the beneficiary if this infamy were convinced that it was the real princess who would be displayed. Why risk exposing her look-alike?
Fifi had smiled cruelly. She led Gwen into a room where they were awaited by another maid known to the prisoner. Zaza, a servant of the infamous countess and the vile count d’Arcy.
Before becoming the victim of princess Tania’s enemies, Gwen had to face those criminals. For a reason unknown to herself, sir d’Arcy wanted to marry her. She refused. Sir d’Arcy tried to force her into the marriage by demanding the payment of her father’s debts. Fortunately, “lightning”, her horse won a race. She was able to repay him with her winnings from the race.
But she would never have succeeded if she hadn’t been saved several times by U69 from the kidnapping attempts of the infamous count d’Arcy.
Now U69, betrayed by her aunt, was prisoner in this castle. Ashamed, she lowered her head, awaiting the fate that Fifi and Zaza had in store for her. In other circumstances, she would have laughed at these ridiculous names. In reality, they concealed the skills of the two servants, completely devoted to her mistress and master.
They had taken off her wedding dress, dressed her in short leather skirt and a leather bustier.
Ungagged, she claimed:
- Tati promised that I would be free after the wedding!
Zaza answered:
- No, she promised that you would be free after the ceremony. You will be free after the ceremony.
Fifi: - The ceremony includes the banquet, held in honor of the newlyweds and the reunion of two countries.
The servant then covered Gwen’s mouth by a large leather gag. They added a white Victorian maid’s mob cap.
They cuffed her hands behind her back. The chain between the handcuffs was attached to her belt. Gwen had a bit of freedom with her hands, but she had to keep her hands behind her back.
They cuffed her ankles so that she could walk, but only with small steps.
They had led her victim in front of a mirror so that she could see the result.
In this accoutrement, it was unlikely that her stunning resemblance with the princess would be noticed. And even if the resemblance would be spotted, what harm would be done?
She was taken to the banquet hall. At the main table where of course prince Rudolph. At her side was princess Tania. Her entire body was bound with very tight straps. She was also gagged with a leather panel gag. Rudolph’s sisters, Sonia and Agnes where also at that table, as well as some dignitaries that Gwen did not know.
In the hall, among the guests, sitting at a table, she recognized the countess “M”, sir d’Arcy and U69’s aunt.
Noticing Gwen’s distress, Fifi had cruelly worsened it:
- Why such a disapproving look? It’s your work that you are contemplating.
Ashamed, the unfortunate prisoner realized that the ruthless criminal was telling the truth. She was an accomplice in this disgrace. And what had she gained in return? The princess had lost her kingdom and certainly also her freedom, U69 was still a prisoner, and herself had no guarantee of regaining her freedom. As if Fifi sensed her thoughts, she responded:
- My mistress does not lie. She promised you that you would be free. She will keep her word. Now, go take the order at your friend d’Arcy’s table.
At a signal from d’Arcy, Fifi and Zaza came to sit at their table.
At that moment, the prince had stood up and begun an awkward and pompous speech.
- My friends, I am happy to see you all here to celebrate the end of the division between your two countries. To celebrate the union of our two countries. We are also celebrating my union with princess Tania.
The prince pointed to the princess, tightly restrained and gagged in her chair.
- As you can see, your union has been celebrated in accordance with our ancestral traditions.
Applause erupted.
- The princess will reign by my side and… she will remain bound to her throne.
The pitiful joke had triggered a round of laughter and applause.
- We must not forget that some people tried to sabotage this union. Not all were caught, but we captured the main opponent.
Gwen felt a terrible premonition. A curtain rose, and U69, locked in the cage fitted to her body appeared. The cage was hanging from a frame. Two servants were pushing the frame onto the stage as new applause ran out.
Gwen was horrified by the satisfaction her aunt displayed. She tried to back up. D’Arcy grasped the chain around her wrists:
- You don’t seem to feel well. Please have a seat. There will always be time to go get our orders.
The countess intervened:
- Do you still plan to seduce her?
- Yes. This brazen girl will become lady d’Arcy.
Chained as she was, Gwen could not resist. She sat on sir d’Arcy’s lap. She felt embarrassment and shame about it.
D’Arcy began to stroke her gently.
- You will end up liking me, my dear.
Gwen was not pleased by these attentions. She tried to protest, but gagged as she was, she realized that the sounds she made could be misinterpreted.
- At first, I only wanted to marry you out of interest, now I am starting to desire you too!
Gwen was disturbed by the remarks of the despicable individual. She always believed that this marriage proposal was driven by desire. What interest or convenience could there be in marrying a poor farm girl? All her possessions where a farm of little real value and a horse.
The countess: - You are losing your mind!
- Of course not! Once I have gotten what I want from her and used her for my pleasure, we will find her some use somewhere else.
Tati: - May I remember you that I gave my word that she would be free to leave the castle and the kingdom?
D’Arcy: - Very well. I will have the pleasure of pursuing her. Wherever she goes, I will find her.
Gwen understood that she would not be able to escape the vicious the infamous d’Arcy if she just returned to her farm. But her attention was drawn to what was happening on the stage. One of the guests stepped up and grabbed a whip held out by the prince. The man positioned himself behind U69 and delivered a sharp blow on the caged prisoner’s buttocks. He had passed the instrument to the next person, who did the same.
Gwen had looked away but U69’s aunt reacted:
-I suggest you watch what happens to my niece. You are the main responsible for her fate.
Gwen was submitted to the caresses of her would-be lover. She had also to endure the sight of her friend being humiliated and tormented. What an unbearable situation.
Then Gwen had to go get the refreshments. She had to pass before U69. She was horrified by the marks on her buttocks. From her friends look, she understood that she had recognized her. Gwen had looked her in the eyes to remind how much she loved her. She wished she could tell her that she was thinking of a way to end this deception.
For now, she had to serve her enemies.
Gwen, ashamed to be so submissive, saw the princess who was witnessing this grim spectacle. Just as powerless as she was.
She decided that she would find a way to return her sovereignty of Bulovia.
A jolt on the plane wakes Gwen. She realizes that she had fallen asleep and relived the nightmare of that deceitful day.
Tati had kept her word and let her go. A driver had even been arranged to take her to the airport. She had been given some money and a plane ticket. She went to a counter and exchanged the ticket for a different time and a different destination airport. She used some money to call her uncle to tell him where and when she would arrive. She treated herself to a good meal. She was hungry. During the banquet she was gagged. She got no food. Then she boarded and settled in comfortably for her journey.
She knows how to destroy the vile conspiracy and how to escape d’Arcy’s persistent attentions. Before leaving, she sent a telegram to a local journalist, giving her enough details to pique her interest. Her uncle will take her to her rendezvous. Once the paper published with her photo, the deception will be revealed. That will be the end of count d’Arcy, the countess and their accomplices’ atrocious schemes.
Before going out, she looks at a mirror and observes herself for a moment. What a pleasure to notice the absence of ropes, chains or other restraining items. To see that her lips are not covered with any type of gag. To appreciate that her breasts are not exposed to everyone’s view. Her skirt and her blouse are elegant and modest. She feels like herself. She leaves the airport. Soon, the princess’s captors will regret their vile actions.
To be continued (in a few days, perhaps a week or two)
Chapter 1.4. Gwendoline meets her uncle
The next day.
After her overnight flight, Gwendoline arrived at her destination. Before leaving the airport, Gwendoline adjusts her outfit while looking at herself in a mirror. She is dressed in a pale blue blouse and a straight black leather skirt that reaches the knee, with a zipper open to mid-thigh. She is wearing a light brown pantyhose and flat black shoes, like loafers. She can move freely, much more easily than in high-heeled pumps.
It is time to join her uncle.
She sees him next to a car. He called on one of his friends. As she approaches the car, he opens the back door so she can get in. This gesture suddenly reminds her of another one. She pauses for a moment.
It was during her first capture. The countess’s driver had held the door the same way. The car looks like the one from that event. A luxurious and powerful car. She shakes herself. It is her uncle’s car. It is not the same car. She starts moving again.
- Hello, my uncle.
- Happy to see you again, my dear. You don’t have any luggage?
- No. I will explain later. Can we leave?
- Of course.
The car, driven by her uncle’s friend, starts moving. Gwendoline relaxes.
- My friend needs to make a stop to pick up a package. You don’t mind, do you?
- Not at all.
The car slows down. It stops along the sidewalk. The driver leaves the engine running.
- Your friend isn’t getting out?
- No.
- Is someone bringing the package?
- Actually, the package is already in the car. All that’s left is to tie it up.
At that moment, the rear doors open on both sides. Before Gwendoline can react, Fifi and Zaza settle on either side. The doors close. The car starts, taking the ‘package’ and its kidnappers with it.
Fifi grabbed Gwen’s wrists and twisted her arms behind her back while tying her ankles.
Gwendoline tries to call for help, but from the front seat, her uncle sticks a ball of cloth into her niece’s mouth. He then puts his hand to her lips to prevent her from spitting it out.
After the ankles, Zaza takes care of the thighs of her victim who continues to struggles in the hands of Fifi. She tries to escape the pressure of her uncle’s hand.
The uncle: - Take your time. You have to do a good job. Besides, it’s a pleasure watching her struggle.
Zaza: - Her ankles and thighs are securely tied. Now to the gag.
Gwendoline, who has managed to spit out her gag, protests loudly:
- You have no right. Your mistress promised that I would be free!
The cloth, pushed back into Gwen’s mouth, silences her futile protests. Fifi deems it necessary to explain:
- My mistress promised you would return freely to England. And that’s what you did. She promised nothing else. You probably suspected this since you changed the time and place of your arrival. You just made the mistake of talking to your uncle about it.
The cloth stuffed into Gwen’s mouth is held in place by a thin strip of fabric between her lips, then a wider strip of fabric is pressed against her mouth. Unable to speak, pour Gwen casts her uncle an accusing look.
While Fifi finishes tying her victim’s wrists and arms behind her back, she comments:
- What’s happening is your fault. If you had accepted the marriage proposed by sir d’Arcy, you would now be lady d’Arcy. You would not be getting tied up. That annoying U69 would not have gotten involved, she would not be locked in a cage.
The driver intervenes:
- It seems that our friend’s antics have caught attention.
Indeed. A police motorcyclist chases them.
The driver: - Do you want me to shake it off?
The uncle: - Useless and dangerous. It could raise the alarm. Take the next small road to the left, then slow down and stop on the right side of the road.
Zaza: - Why this road?
The uncle: - It is less frequented; it will be easier.
Fifi: - Do you want us to hide the girl?
The uncle: - Just make sure that she is well tied up and that her gag is firmly pushed in!
The driver follows the uncle’s orders. Fifi carefully ties up Gwen’s torso. Zaza tightens Gwen’s gag.
The motorcyclist stopped, approached the car while taking off his helmet.
The driver is surprised: - It is a woman?
- Yes, the commissioner is supporting a mixed police force.
The officer reached the uncle’s side. He lowers the window.
- Is there a problem, officer?
- That seems obvious to me.
- Oh, really?
- I would like to hear to young woman bound and gagged in your car.
Gwen looks desperately to the officer, mumbling through her gag. She feels the excitement of the two criminals flanking her.
- She is a mental patient. I’m in charge of taking her to a psychiatric hospital.
- A mental patient? Really?
The officer’s doubts are obvious.
- If we took her gag off, she would tell a crazy story about kidnapping, look-alike, forced marriage, conspiracy and so on.
- I would like to hear this.
- mmmmppff!!
The officer senses Gwen’s fears:
- Don’t worry, miss. I called the dispatcher. Backup will soon be here.
Gwen becomes increasingly worried. She feels her abductors growing concentration. Bound and gagged as she is, she can neither act nor warn the officer.
The driver asks:
- Did he answer?
- Pardon?
- The dispatcher. Did he give you an answer?
- Of course. Backup is on its way!
- I don’t believe it.
- Why not?
- Because I jammed the frequency. You sent your call but the dispatcher didn’t receive anything.
The uncle suddenly opens the door, throwing the officer off balance. Before she can regain her composure, the uncle is on her, assisted by Fifi and Zaza. They subdue her, disarm her. The uncle explains:
- Your jacket and your pants do not suit a beautiful woman like you!
The uncle holds the woman. Zaza takes off her pants. Fifi begins tying her ankles and legs. The young girl screams for help, displeasing the uncle:
- It’s hurting our ears. Tear off a piece of her shirt and gag her with it.
In the car, the driver is getting impatient:
- If another car arrives, we would not be able to manage.
- Stay calm and go hide the bike.
The driver obeys. The uncle turns to the terrified Gwen:
- Stay put in the car while I explain to this young fool that she should better behave.
He gives an ironic look at his niece:
- Besides, where could you go, bound and gagged as you are?
He leaves the car to join his accomplices who have finished tying up ang gagging the policewoman. She is lying on the ground, dressed only in briefs and blouse.
Zaza: - What do we do with her?
The uncle: - Tie her against a tree.
The two henchwomen quickly obey and tie the unfortunate woman against a tree. They tighten the ties of her chest and smile when they see the young woman shiver. Then they check her gag.
Gwen’s uncle approaches the helpless woman:
- I will send a message for your colleagues to come and pick you up. Later, your boss will tell you to forget about all this. If by chance we ever meet again, you better remember this incident.
Inside the car, Gwen takes advantage of her solitude to look for a way to free herself but finds none. In a desperate surge, she maneuvers the door handle with her tied feet, then pushes on the door with her feet. The door opens.
She lets herself slide onto the roadside.
Her enemies, busy with the officer haven’t noticed anything.
Rolling, crawling, she manages to move a few meters away. She knows it’s not enough. Her captors will find out that she has disappeared and will start searching for her. She is at the top of a slope a few meters high. She let’s herself slide down the slope despite the fear of getting hurt. Her descent stops at the bottom of the slope.
She hears cries of anger, arguments. She doesn’t really have time to feel pleased about it. The slip didn’t even help to wear down or loosen her bonds. A few meters away, there are plenty of bushes where could hide. But can she reach them quickly, tied up and gagged as she is?
Suddenly the screaming stops. Doors slam, the car starts. Her uncle and his accomplices have fled. What happened?
The sound of another engine provides the answer. A car has arrived, scaring off her captors. The bound officer had been spotted.
The car stops. She guesses that the officer will be freed and that she will explain what happened.
Gwen would like to climb back up. Her restraints severely limit her mobility. She can only make very small movements. It’s impossible to climb back up under these conditions.
She tries to call out. But her gag is pushed in too deep. Her desperate calls turn into ridiculous sighs.
She hopes that the officer realized that she had managed to escape, that the newcomers will start looking for her and come to untie her.
The sounds of the car doors closing, the starting of the car and the motorcycle shatter her last hopes.
Now she is alone, completely tied up, gagged, in the countryside, near a quiet little road and out of reach. She has no way to free herself.
To be continued (in a few days)
The next day.
After her overnight flight, Gwendoline arrived at her destination. Before leaving the airport, Gwendoline adjusts her outfit while looking at herself in a mirror. She is dressed in a pale blue blouse and a straight black leather skirt that reaches the knee, with a zipper open to mid-thigh. She is wearing a light brown pantyhose and flat black shoes, like loafers. She can move freely, much more easily than in high-heeled pumps.
It is time to join her uncle.
She sees him next to a car. He called on one of his friends. As she approaches the car, he opens the back door so she can get in. This gesture suddenly reminds her of another one. She pauses for a moment.
It was during her first capture. The countess’s driver had held the door the same way. The car looks like the one from that event. A luxurious and powerful car. She shakes herself. It is her uncle’s car. It is not the same car. She starts moving again.
- Hello, my uncle.
- Happy to see you again, my dear. You don’t have any luggage?
- No. I will explain later. Can we leave?
- Of course.
The car, driven by her uncle’s friend, starts moving. Gwendoline relaxes.
- My friend needs to make a stop to pick up a package. You don’t mind, do you?
- Not at all.
The car slows down. It stops along the sidewalk. The driver leaves the engine running.
- Your friend isn’t getting out?
- No.
- Is someone bringing the package?
- Actually, the package is already in the car. All that’s left is to tie it up.
At that moment, the rear doors open on both sides. Before Gwendoline can react, Fifi and Zaza settle on either side. The doors close. The car starts, taking the ‘package’ and its kidnappers with it.
Fifi grabbed Gwen’s wrists and twisted her arms behind her back while tying her ankles.
Gwendoline tries to call for help, but from the front seat, her uncle sticks a ball of cloth into her niece’s mouth. He then puts his hand to her lips to prevent her from spitting it out.
After the ankles, Zaza takes care of the thighs of her victim who continues to struggles in the hands of Fifi. She tries to escape the pressure of her uncle’s hand.
The uncle: - Take your time. You have to do a good job. Besides, it’s a pleasure watching her struggle.
Zaza: - Her ankles and thighs are securely tied. Now to the gag.
Gwendoline, who has managed to spit out her gag, protests loudly:
- You have no right. Your mistress promised that I would be free!
The cloth, pushed back into Gwen’s mouth, silences her futile protests. Fifi deems it necessary to explain:
- My mistress promised you would return freely to England. And that’s what you did. She promised nothing else. You probably suspected this since you changed the time and place of your arrival. You just made the mistake of talking to your uncle about it.
The cloth stuffed into Gwen’s mouth is held in place by a thin strip of fabric between her lips, then a wider strip of fabric is pressed against her mouth. Unable to speak, pour Gwen casts her uncle an accusing look.
While Fifi finishes tying her victim’s wrists and arms behind her back, she comments:
- What’s happening is your fault. If you had accepted the marriage proposed by sir d’Arcy, you would now be lady d’Arcy. You would not be getting tied up. That annoying U69 would not have gotten involved, she would not be locked in a cage.
The driver intervenes:
- It seems that our friend’s antics have caught attention.
Indeed. A police motorcyclist chases them.
The driver: - Do you want me to shake it off?
The uncle: - Useless and dangerous. It could raise the alarm. Take the next small road to the left, then slow down and stop on the right side of the road.
Zaza: - Why this road?
The uncle: - It is less frequented; it will be easier.
Fifi: - Do you want us to hide the girl?
The uncle: - Just make sure that she is well tied up and that her gag is firmly pushed in!
The driver follows the uncle’s orders. Fifi carefully ties up Gwen’s torso. Zaza tightens Gwen’s gag.
The motorcyclist stopped, approached the car while taking off his helmet.
The driver is surprised: - It is a woman?
- Yes, the commissioner is supporting a mixed police force.
The officer reached the uncle’s side. He lowers the window.
- Is there a problem, officer?
- That seems obvious to me.
- Oh, really?
- I would like to hear to young woman bound and gagged in your car.
Gwen looks desperately to the officer, mumbling through her gag. She feels the excitement of the two criminals flanking her.
- She is a mental patient. I’m in charge of taking her to a psychiatric hospital.
- A mental patient? Really?
The officer’s doubts are obvious.
- If we took her gag off, she would tell a crazy story about kidnapping, look-alike, forced marriage, conspiracy and so on.
- I would like to hear this.
- mmmmppff!!
The officer senses Gwen’s fears:
- Don’t worry, miss. I called the dispatcher. Backup will soon be here.
Gwen becomes increasingly worried. She feels her abductors growing concentration. Bound and gagged as she is, she can neither act nor warn the officer.
The driver asks:
- Did he answer?
- Pardon?
- The dispatcher. Did he give you an answer?
- Of course. Backup is on its way!
- I don’t believe it.
- Why not?
- Because I jammed the frequency. You sent your call but the dispatcher didn’t receive anything.
The uncle suddenly opens the door, throwing the officer off balance. Before she can regain her composure, the uncle is on her, assisted by Fifi and Zaza. They subdue her, disarm her. The uncle explains:
- Your jacket and your pants do not suit a beautiful woman like you!
The uncle holds the woman. Zaza takes off her pants. Fifi begins tying her ankles and legs. The young girl screams for help, displeasing the uncle:
- It’s hurting our ears. Tear off a piece of her shirt and gag her with it.
In the car, the driver is getting impatient:
- If another car arrives, we would not be able to manage.
- Stay calm and go hide the bike.
The driver obeys. The uncle turns to the terrified Gwen:
- Stay put in the car while I explain to this young fool that she should better behave.
He gives an ironic look at his niece:
- Besides, where could you go, bound and gagged as you are?
He leaves the car to join his accomplices who have finished tying up ang gagging the policewoman. She is lying on the ground, dressed only in briefs and blouse.
Zaza: - What do we do with her?
The uncle: - Tie her against a tree.
The two henchwomen quickly obey and tie the unfortunate woman against a tree. They tighten the ties of her chest and smile when they see the young woman shiver. Then they check her gag.
Gwen’s uncle approaches the helpless woman:
- I will send a message for your colleagues to come and pick you up. Later, your boss will tell you to forget about all this. If by chance we ever meet again, you better remember this incident.
Inside the car, Gwen takes advantage of her solitude to look for a way to free herself but finds none. In a desperate surge, she maneuvers the door handle with her tied feet, then pushes on the door with her feet. The door opens.
She lets herself slide onto the roadside.
Her enemies, busy with the officer haven’t noticed anything.
Rolling, crawling, she manages to move a few meters away. She knows it’s not enough. Her captors will find out that she has disappeared and will start searching for her. She is at the top of a slope a few meters high. She let’s herself slide down the slope despite the fear of getting hurt. Her descent stops at the bottom of the slope.
She hears cries of anger, arguments. She doesn’t really have time to feel pleased about it. The slip didn’t even help to wear down or loosen her bonds. A few meters away, there are plenty of bushes where could hide. But can she reach them quickly, tied up and gagged as she is?
Suddenly the screaming stops. Doors slam, the car starts. Her uncle and his accomplices have fled. What happened?
The sound of another engine provides the answer. A car has arrived, scaring off her captors. The bound officer had been spotted.
The car stops. She guesses that the officer will be freed and that she will explain what happened.
Gwen would like to climb back up. Her restraints severely limit her mobility. She can only make very small movements. It’s impossible to climb back up under these conditions.
She tries to call out. But her gag is pushed in too deep. Her desperate calls turn into ridiculous sighs.
She hopes that the officer realized that she had managed to escape, that the newcomers will start looking for her and come to untie her.
The sounds of the car doors closing, the starting of the car and the motorcycle shatter her last hopes.
Now she is alone, completely tied up, gagged, in the countryside, near a quiet little road and out of reach. She has no way to free herself.
To be continued (in a few days)
Chapter 1.5. Gwendoline goes to her rendezvous
Alone, bound and gagged, encircled by tight ropes that penetrate her flesh and burn her, Gwen thinks about her sad situation. Since she crossed paths with the infamous d’Arcy, she has known nothing but kidnappings, gags, ties, ropes, straitjackets, chains and handcuffs. U69 was there to save her. But U69 is now locked in a cage in a faraway land. No one will come to save Gwen.
The remarks her uncle made to the officer worry her. Is the police working on orders from those behind this vile plot? For sure, her uncle is a criminal and he has connections with the police.
The officer did not realize that she had escaped. There is only her uncle who might come back, with his accomplices. But this is unlikely, as he would assume that the policewoman found Gwen and set her free.
She is alone. She must find a way to free herself. But her bindings are so tight. The more she struggles the tighter they get and the more they burn. She tries to break her bonds by pulling against them with all her strength. She tries to make them slide, to remove them. They don’t yield.
She is in the countryside. There are no close housings. She will die of hunger and thirst.
At this last thought, Gwen starts to pull furiously at her bonds. There are strong. She gets no results.
Frightened by the prospect of remaining helpless, tied up ang gagged, Gwen notices a stone that seems to have a sharp edge. The stone is only a few meters away but it is almost unreachable in her situation.
Crawling, rolling, slowly, she manages to reach it. She slides the ties of her wrists on the improvised blade.
The stone is not as sharp as she had hoped, and the rope that ties her wrists is much stronger than she imagined. But she does not give up. She continues to rub her ties against the stone, careful of the sounds of engines. Trembling every time a car passes on this small road, fearing that her uncle would come back. But if he would do so, what could she do, tightly bound and horribly gagged? She can’t even stand up, let alone defend herself or run away.
She continues to rub her bonds on the stone. Painfully. Weakly. With very small gestures. The only ones that her cruel ties allow her.
She rubs her bonds, again and again.
The ties on her writs finally give way. Gwen screams with joy. Stifled by the cruel gag, the cry is reduced to a pitiful moan.
- mmmmhh!!
Gwendoline feels carried away with happiness. Her hands are no longer tied, they are finally free. It is the first time she has managed to free her hands, after Zaza or Fifi had tied them up. And Zaza or Fifi have already tied Gwen up several times.
But it’s far from over. The bonds on her arms are still there. Still just as tight. Her legs are still firmly tied. The most urgent is to free her tights and ankles. The knots are terribly tight.
Knot after knot. Tie after tie, she manages to free her legs. Only the ties on her arms and torso remain. She notices another stone that seems sharper than the previous one. She grabs it and attacks the ropes.
The last bond falls. She removes her gag, spits out the vile ball that had filled her mouth.
She is finally free. At last rid of her abominable bonds! Finally! She massages her writs, arms, ankles, legs, cheeks for a long time to erase the red marks and traces that these cursed bonds and gag have imprinted on her.
She heads back for the secondary road then for the main road. Now she is hitchhiking.
It takes only a few minutes for a car to stop. A convertible. Inside are three young women.
She decides to take her chances. She gets into the car.
- Are you coming for the village festival?
- The village festival?
- How can you not know about it?
It’s hard to answer: “because in the last few days, I have been kidnapped, tied up, gagged, transported to a foreign country, forced to get married under a false name, I have been bound and gagged again by the only free person I still trusted, from whom I just escaped”.
She settles for a “I was abroad”.
- The village festival is always amazing. Many girls and guys come to this festival. It is so much fun. The participants dress up or wear outfits for the event.
Gwendoline: - When does it start?
- This afternoon. Il will be announced over speakers throughout the village.
The tree girls take her to her meeting place. They arrive at the village. Gwendoline checks the time. She had allowed extra time for her rendezvous. In case her flight was delayed. Or in case she would work out a strategy with her uncle. The journalist should still be at the meeting place. So, she arrives at her destination, a pub. Cautious, she looks through a window. Yes! The journalist is still here. She is leaning on a table. She pushes open the pub door and enters.
She finds herself face to face with her uncle. The woman leaning against the table stands up. It is not the journalist. It is Fifi, disguised. Behind her Zaza closes the door. She is trapped.
Her uncle smiles:
- My dear niece, it is a pleasure to see you fall in all our traps.
- How did you know?
- If you would kindly cross your wrists behind your back, I will explain it to while Zaza begins to tie you up.
Gwendoline complies. She feels the ropes encircling her wrists and immobilize them behind her back.
- Do you remember the driver that rode you to the airport in Bulovia? Tati instructed him to keep an eye on your actions in the airport. He easily found out that you contacted a journalist.
The journalist never showed up for the appointment. One of the countess’s maids called her to cancel the meeting.
Gwen does not know if she shivers because of her mistakes or because of the rope cutting into her skin. She lowers her head, ashamed of having been so naïve. She now feels a rope tightening around her arms above her elbows.
Gwen’s arms are now securely tied. Zaza doesn’t stop there. She is connecting a rope to rope around her arms and is passing it under her breasts.
Gwen: - You are despicable.
Fifi: - We should gag this insolent girl!
The uncle: - And deprive ourselves of her stupid questions? The gag will come in due time.
Gwen: - Please, don’t gag me. I will behave.
Gwen tries to get out of the way but to no avail. In response, Fifi fully zips Gwen’s skirt. This leaves her with only a minimum of freedom. She can only take small steps.
Gwen tries to confuse the criminals while Zaza, helped by Fifi, ties up her torso:
- I gave a lot of details to the journalist. She won’t give up.
The uncle: - It is time to gag her.
Zaza grabs a scarf and rolls it into a ball. Gwen’s cry of anger is muffled as the scarf is pushed into her mouth. She cannot spit it out as a second scarf is inserted between her lips. The rest of the scarf is rolled up over her lips, then tied at the back of her neck.
The three villains step aside to admire their work.
Gwen experiences uncontrollable sensations caused by her tight bonds and gag. She is securely bound and gagged. Again!
She notices that the backdoor of the pub is ajar. Her legs are not tied. She feels a ridiculous temptation. She doesn’t know what is behind that door. She is hobbled by her straight skirt, tied up, gagged, securely fastened. She knows that she is more likely to be recaught than rescued.
But the desire to escape is too strong. She rushes to the door, as fast as her skirt permits her. Gwen cannot run, she can barely walk fast.
The scoundrels reacted only slowly. Gwen finds herself alone in the street. She walks as fast as she can, tied up, gagged, restrained, trying to get as far away as possible.
She wonders how it was possible for her to escape. Severely restrained as she is, she can’t run. There is a quiet alley. She hides in a corner, catching her breath.
Gwen is looking for a means that would help her to get rid of her restraints but she sees nothing suitable. She tries to free herself. She wants to escape her tormentors. She struggles against her bindings, pulling at her restraints. She is too well tied, too tightly bound. Zaza knowns how to bind a girl. The knots are out of reach. Impossible to undo these bonds.
She will need help.
She hesitates. Going to look for help also means risking being caught again. She tries again to undo her restraints. She struggles desperately against her bonds. She pulls vigorously against her bonds.
Time passes but the bonds do not change. A female figure approaches. It is a girl wearing a flowing skirt. Gwen, filled with hope, walks toward her. The girl is dressed in an Indian costume. A nice costume, made of suede, comprising fringes. She wears suede moccasins.
- mmmmhh!!
- Hi. Have you gotten lost?
Gwen pulls frantically on her bonds, hoping that this girl finally unties her. The girl admires Gwen.
- It’s nice to meet a pretty damsel.
- mmmmffhh??
- Yes, really pretty. Even your gag is matched with your blouse!
Gwen has turned around and presents her wrists, elbows and arms, tied behind her back by ugly ties. She moves her arms with all the moves that her tight bonds allow her. What is she waiting for to untie her?
- Oh, your bondage is very well done.
Gwen pulls again on her ties to let her know that she is getting impatient. Why isn’t she untying her? Why doesn’t she remove her horrible bonds? Gwen begs trough her cruel gag to be freed from her bonds that are becoming unbearable.
- mmmmffhh!!
-I too would have liked to be gagged but I didn’t dare. Follow me, the party takes places two streets away.
The Indian girl passes in front of Gwen. Stunned, she is too flabbergasted to take a step. She tries a last time her pleas:
- mmmmffhh!!
It is only now that Gwen, horrified, realizes that the girl has her wrists crossed behind her back. And her wrists are securely tied with leather laces.
Gwen trembles in her bonds. That’s why she could escape so easily! The village festival is a costume party where people like to play cops and robbers, imprisoned princess and charming princes, damsels in distress and heroes etc.
No one will untie her. If she encounters a young man; he will admire her bonds but he will not free her. And effectively gagged as she is, she cannot explain the predicament she is in, she cannot ask for help.
Her bonds feel now even tighter, even more impossible to remove.
Gwen went back trying to loosen her bonds. After a while they did not loosen the slightest. She is still as securely bound as ever. Gwen thinks of a way to undo her bonds, to free herself. She is proud to have succeed in freeing herself before. Once. Perhaps she can repeat the feat? Maybe by rubbing her ties? She would need a sharp object therefore. Maybe a wall edge?
She notices a wall edge which seems suitable. Gwen has chosen a place that is not very visible from the main street. She begins to frantically rub her bonds. Firmly bound, her movements are very limited. The ties are strong. They resist. Gwen is courageous, she redoubles her efforts.
The crack of a whip resounds. The whip wraps around her torso. She is once again caught. She is pulled back; her feet slide on the floor. Fifi and Zaza grab her unceremoniously. Gwen can’t do a thing: her hands are still securely tied behind her back. Her efforts only scratched the ties. She would have needed more time. Much more time.
Gwen’s movement were so small that her uncle didn’t even notice that she was trying to erode her bonds.
To be continued (in a few days)
Alone, bound and gagged, encircled by tight ropes that penetrate her flesh and burn her, Gwen thinks about her sad situation. Since she crossed paths with the infamous d’Arcy, she has known nothing but kidnappings, gags, ties, ropes, straitjackets, chains and handcuffs. U69 was there to save her. But U69 is now locked in a cage in a faraway land. No one will come to save Gwen.
The remarks her uncle made to the officer worry her. Is the police working on orders from those behind this vile plot? For sure, her uncle is a criminal and he has connections with the police.
The officer did not realize that she had escaped. There is only her uncle who might come back, with his accomplices. But this is unlikely, as he would assume that the policewoman found Gwen and set her free.
She is alone. She must find a way to free herself. But her bindings are so tight. The more she struggles the tighter they get and the more they burn. She tries to break her bonds by pulling against them with all her strength. She tries to make them slide, to remove them. They don’t yield.
She is in the countryside. There are no close housings. She will die of hunger and thirst.
At this last thought, Gwen starts to pull furiously at her bonds. There are strong. She gets no results.
Frightened by the prospect of remaining helpless, tied up ang gagged, Gwen notices a stone that seems to have a sharp edge. The stone is only a few meters away but it is almost unreachable in her situation.
Crawling, rolling, slowly, she manages to reach it. She slides the ties of her wrists on the improvised blade.
The stone is not as sharp as she had hoped, and the rope that ties her wrists is much stronger than she imagined. But she does not give up. She continues to rub her ties against the stone, careful of the sounds of engines. Trembling every time a car passes on this small road, fearing that her uncle would come back. But if he would do so, what could she do, tightly bound and horribly gagged? She can’t even stand up, let alone defend herself or run away.
She continues to rub her bonds on the stone. Painfully. Weakly. With very small gestures. The only ones that her cruel ties allow her.
She rubs her bonds, again and again.
The ties on her writs finally give way. Gwen screams with joy. Stifled by the cruel gag, the cry is reduced to a pitiful moan.
- mmmmhh!!
Gwendoline feels carried away with happiness. Her hands are no longer tied, they are finally free. It is the first time she has managed to free her hands, after Zaza or Fifi had tied them up. And Zaza or Fifi have already tied Gwen up several times.
But it’s far from over. The bonds on her arms are still there. Still just as tight. Her legs are still firmly tied. The most urgent is to free her tights and ankles. The knots are terribly tight.
Knot after knot. Tie after tie, she manages to free her legs. Only the ties on her arms and torso remain. She notices another stone that seems sharper than the previous one. She grabs it and attacks the ropes.
The last bond falls. She removes her gag, spits out the vile ball that had filled her mouth.
She is finally free. At last rid of her abominable bonds! Finally! She massages her writs, arms, ankles, legs, cheeks for a long time to erase the red marks and traces that these cursed bonds and gag have imprinted on her.
She heads back for the secondary road then for the main road. Now she is hitchhiking.
It takes only a few minutes for a car to stop. A convertible. Inside are three young women.
She decides to take her chances. She gets into the car.
- Are you coming for the village festival?
- The village festival?
- How can you not know about it?
It’s hard to answer: “because in the last few days, I have been kidnapped, tied up, gagged, transported to a foreign country, forced to get married under a false name, I have been bound and gagged again by the only free person I still trusted, from whom I just escaped”.
She settles for a “I was abroad”.
- The village festival is always amazing. Many girls and guys come to this festival. It is so much fun. The participants dress up or wear outfits for the event.
Gwendoline: - When does it start?
- This afternoon. Il will be announced over speakers throughout the village.
The tree girls take her to her meeting place. They arrive at the village. Gwendoline checks the time. She had allowed extra time for her rendezvous. In case her flight was delayed. Or in case she would work out a strategy with her uncle. The journalist should still be at the meeting place. So, she arrives at her destination, a pub. Cautious, she looks through a window. Yes! The journalist is still here. She is leaning on a table. She pushes open the pub door and enters.
She finds herself face to face with her uncle. The woman leaning against the table stands up. It is not the journalist. It is Fifi, disguised. Behind her Zaza closes the door. She is trapped.
Her uncle smiles:
- My dear niece, it is a pleasure to see you fall in all our traps.
- How did you know?
- If you would kindly cross your wrists behind your back, I will explain it to while Zaza begins to tie you up.
Gwendoline complies. She feels the ropes encircling her wrists and immobilize them behind her back.
- Do you remember the driver that rode you to the airport in Bulovia? Tati instructed him to keep an eye on your actions in the airport. He easily found out that you contacted a journalist.
The journalist never showed up for the appointment. One of the countess’s maids called her to cancel the meeting.
Gwen does not know if she shivers because of her mistakes or because of the rope cutting into her skin. She lowers her head, ashamed of having been so naïve. She now feels a rope tightening around her arms above her elbows.
Gwen’s arms are now securely tied. Zaza doesn’t stop there. She is connecting a rope to rope around her arms and is passing it under her breasts.
Gwen: - You are despicable.
Fifi: - We should gag this insolent girl!
The uncle: - And deprive ourselves of her stupid questions? The gag will come in due time.
Gwen: - Please, don’t gag me. I will behave.
Gwen tries to get out of the way but to no avail. In response, Fifi fully zips Gwen’s skirt. This leaves her with only a minimum of freedom. She can only take small steps.
Gwen tries to confuse the criminals while Zaza, helped by Fifi, ties up her torso:
- I gave a lot of details to the journalist. She won’t give up.
The uncle: - It is time to gag her.
Zaza grabs a scarf and rolls it into a ball. Gwen’s cry of anger is muffled as the scarf is pushed into her mouth. She cannot spit it out as a second scarf is inserted between her lips. The rest of the scarf is rolled up over her lips, then tied at the back of her neck.
The three villains step aside to admire their work.
Gwen experiences uncontrollable sensations caused by her tight bonds and gag. She is securely bound and gagged. Again!
She notices that the backdoor of the pub is ajar. Her legs are not tied. She feels a ridiculous temptation. She doesn’t know what is behind that door. She is hobbled by her straight skirt, tied up, gagged, securely fastened. She knows that she is more likely to be recaught than rescued.
But the desire to escape is too strong. She rushes to the door, as fast as her skirt permits her. Gwen cannot run, she can barely walk fast.
The scoundrels reacted only slowly. Gwen finds herself alone in the street. She walks as fast as she can, tied up, gagged, restrained, trying to get as far away as possible.
She wonders how it was possible for her to escape. Severely restrained as she is, she can’t run. There is a quiet alley. She hides in a corner, catching her breath.
Gwen is looking for a means that would help her to get rid of her restraints but she sees nothing suitable. She tries to free herself. She wants to escape her tormentors. She struggles against her bindings, pulling at her restraints. She is too well tied, too tightly bound. Zaza knowns how to bind a girl. The knots are out of reach. Impossible to undo these bonds.
She will need help.
She hesitates. Going to look for help also means risking being caught again. She tries again to undo her restraints. She struggles desperately against her bonds. She pulls vigorously against her bonds.
Time passes but the bonds do not change. A female figure approaches. It is a girl wearing a flowing skirt. Gwen, filled with hope, walks toward her. The girl is dressed in an Indian costume. A nice costume, made of suede, comprising fringes. She wears suede moccasins.
- mmmmhh!!
- Hi. Have you gotten lost?
Gwen pulls frantically on her bonds, hoping that this girl finally unties her. The girl admires Gwen.
- It’s nice to meet a pretty damsel.
- mmmmffhh??
- Yes, really pretty. Even your gag is matched with your blouse!
Gwen has turned around and presents her wrists, elbows and arms, tied behind her back by ugly ties. She moves her arms with all the moves that her tight bonds allow her. What is she waiting for to untie her?
- Oh, your bondage is very well done.
Gwen pulls again on her ties to let her know that she is getting impatient. Why isn’t she untying her? Why doesn’t she remove her horrible bonds? Gwen begs trough her cruel gag to be freed from her bonds that are becoming unbearable.
- mmmmffhh!!
-I too would have liked to be gagged but I didn’t dare. Follow me, the party takes places two streets away.
The Indian girl passes in front of Gwen. Stunned, she is too flabbergasted to take a step. She tries a last time her pleas:
- mmmmffhh!!
It is only now that Gwen, horrified, realizes that the girl has her wrists crossed behind her back. And her wrists are securely tied with leather laces.
Gwen trembles in her bonds. That’s why she could escape so easily! The village festival is a costume party where people like to play cops and robbers, imprisoned princess and charming princes, damsels in distress and heroes etc.
No one will untie her. If she encounters a young man; he will admire her bonds but he will not free her. And effectively gagged as she is, she cannot explain the predicament she is in, she cannot ask for help.
Her bonds feel now even tighter, even more impossible to remove.
Gwen went back trying to loosen her bonds. After a while they did not loosen the slightest. She is still as securely bound as ever. Gwen thinks of a way to undo her bonds, to free herself. She is proud to have succeed in freeing herself before. Once. Perhaps she can repeat the feat? Maybe by rubbing her ties? She would need a sharp object therefore. Maybe a wall edge?
She notices a wall edge which seems suitable. Gwen has chosen a place that is not very visible from the main street. She begins to frantically rub her bonds. Firmly bound, her movements are very limited. The ties are strong. They resist. Gwen is courageous, she redoubles her efforts.
The crack of a whip resounds. The whip wraps around her torso. She is once again caught. She is pulled back; her feet slide on the floor. Fifi and Zaza grab her unceremoniously. Gwen can’t do a thing: her hands are still securely tied behind her back. Her efforts only scratched the ties. She would have needed more time. Much more time.
Gwen’s movement were so small that her uncle didn’t even notice that she was trying to erode her bonds.
To be continued (in a few days)
Chapter 1.6. Gwendoline at the village festival
The uncle approaches his niece, smiling.
- Look at the beautiful gift I have for you!
Gwen shudders. He holds a black leather necklace to which a leather strap is attached. No! It is a collar, a dog collar and a leash.
The girl protests through her gag. To the delight of her tormentors.
Fifi fastens the collar around the captive’s neck, then grabs the leash. Gwen is kept on a leash.
Not surprisingly, she is taken to the street. There is no point in trying to hide a young bound and gagged girl. Not in this village where this unusual festival is taking place!
At that moment, music resonates in the village, thanks to the loudspeakers scattered in the streets of the village, signaling the beginning of the festival.
That’s enough! She stops. She resists despite the pull on the leash and the whip strikes on her back side. She refuses to be walked in the city like a dog.
Fifi: - This idiot is really untamed. By now she should have understood that it is stupid to resist.
Her uncle grabs her hair and looks his niece straight in the eye.
- The leash is not our only option. Among other options, we can tie your ankles at your wrists, hang you on a wooden bar, upside down, and walk you around. You would prefer this?
Defeated, Gwen lowers her head to show her submission. Fifi pulls sharply on the leash. Gwen starts walking. Zaza pats her on the buttocks.
Her uncle: - You become reasonable. Let’s join the party!
Tied up, gagged, her legs restrained by her own skirt, held on a leash, Gwen resigns to following her bullies.
Gwen thinks that she freed herself not long ago. But it had taken her hours and hours. Her current situation appears hopeless. She cannot free herself.
The crowd that begins to fill the streets notices her but does not pay attention. No help is to be hoped for. She drags her feet.
Fifi delivers new blows with the whip. The girl’s pleas are muffled by her gag. Held on the leash by Zaza, she struggles to keep up the pace.
The bully drags poor Gwen in the middle of the crowd. She feels hands brushing against her body, some even openly caressing her.
The small group arrives at a portico. Tree young women are tied up and gagged under the main beam. A rope connected to their neck and the top bar prevents them from escaping. Their ankles are tied in such a manner that can take very small steps. Gwen is led beside the women and fastened as they are.
Suddenly a signal is heard. Standing on a platform, a man begins a long speech. Gwen doesn’t even try to listen the words she senses vile. She guesses that these men and women are being invited to humiliate her and her unfortunate companions.
The sad confirmation is not long in coming. She is hit by a shower of rotten fruits and eggs.
The throwers take turns. The loose ties around her ankles have a sadistic tone. It allows a bit if movement, so they are tempted to try to avoid the trash that is thrown at them. The young woman feels as if this torment will never end. Yet, gradually, the throwers scatter and abandon their victims to their miserable condition.
Minutes passes without her bullies returning. They probably find it more amusing to leave her like that, covered in rubbish.
She is pulled out of her dark thoughts by powerful jets of water. The water cleans her alongside with the other captives. The victims are then dried with large towels. She expects to be released, but the cleaners walk away, laughing.
Time passes. Gwen gets more and more desperate. She senses a presence behind her. She assumes it is one more of the bullies, until this person says with a feminine voice:
- Act as if I am tormenting you!
Gwen pulls on her bonds. She tries to communicate with the girl but her gag prevents it.
- Don’t overdo it. You don’t want to attract the attention of your enemies.
Gwen calms down as the woman explains:
- I am Diana, the journalist you called. I found strange the way the rendezvous was cancelled. I arrived before everyone, I hid myself and I observed. I saw how they reserved the pub, how they prepared the trap at your intention. I observed how you ran away, all tied up and gagged. I did not intervene. I preferred discretion and acquiring more intelligence about your enemies.
- mmmmhh!!
- Calm down. Your kidnappers are not far away.
Even gagged as you are, the resemblance to the princess Tania is obvious. Her marriage is a scam. You replaced the princess.
- mmmmffhh!!
What is this journalist waiting for to untie her? Gwen pulls at her bonds, hoping she will understand.
- Your kidnappers are very close. It’s too risky to untie you or even ungag you. I’ll try to follow you; but it would be easier if I knew where they are taking you.
Gagged as she is, Gwen cannot make understandable sounds. She gives her best:
- mmmmhh!!, mmmmff, mmmmffhh!!
- Damn, I don’t understand you. Let me guess. In the pub they have mentioned sir d’Arcy. Would it be sir d’Arcy’s castle?
- mmmmhh!!
- He has announced his marriage. It is not with you, is it?
- mmmmffhh!!
Gwen is furious. The journalist had a hundred times time to free her.
- Two forced marriages. You are racking them up!
The journalist pauses.
- I am sorry for what I am going to do. But don’t worry. Now I know where to find you again.
Suddenly, Gwen receives several blows with a riding crop on her buttocks. In pain and humiliation, she groans in her gag and struggles in her bonds.
- All that for a few whip strikes. Sir d’Arcy will not have much trouble convincing you to marry him!
Gwen has recognized Zaza’s voice. She understands that the journalist hit her with the whip to deceive Zaza. She would have preferred that she hadn’t be so forceful.
Poor Gwen is finally released from the beam. Fifi leashes her again. Her ankles are freed. Her uncle’s team leads Gwen along.
They leave the festival and finally reach Gwen’s uncle car. He sits behind the steering wheel and instructs his accomplices:
- Sit in the back with her.
The car sped off the road. Gwen is sitting behind Fifi and Zaza. The two women tie securely Gwen’s thighs and ankles. She moans as the ropes dig into her flesh.
Desperate Gwen thinks that nothing is capable of standing in the way of the bullies’ sordid plans.
For what seems to be an eternity, they made their way through the countryside. To keep themselves busy, the bitches refine their work by tying their victim into a balltie, their thighs bent against her torso and the ties of her ankles connected to those of her wrists. They also check her gag.
At one moment the uncle announces:
- Police check. Hide her under a blanket.
Gwen is placed on the car floor on the right side of the car, under a blanket.
Completely helpless, she hears the officer:
- Excuse me, sir. I didn’t recognize you.
- It’s all right. You are doing your job. What are you looking for?
Gwen pulls on her bonds. She seems only succeeding in tightening them. She calls with all she has but her miserable sobs, muffled by her gag, are drowned out by the sound of the engine that her uncle had left running.
- We are looking for a young woman who was allegedly kidnapped in a car like yours.
- That is not a unique model in the region. But to be sure, you might want to check my car?
- It will not be necessary to search the car of the commissioner’s friend.
- Be my guest!
The sounds that reach Gwen let her understand that her uncle gets out of the vehicle. She hears the trunk being opened, then being closed. She guesses that the officer peruses the inside of the car.
- Thank you for your cooperation, sir. You may go.
- I hope there are more police checks? I am expected by Count d’Arcy and I am already late.
- Don’t you worry. I’ll report by radio that you are being allowed to pass.
The car starts again carrying away Gwen’s last hopes.
Or perhaps there is still a little one, namely Diana the journalist?
To be continued (in a few days).
The uncle approaches his niece, smiling.
- Look at the beautiful gift I have for you!
Gwen shudders. He holds a black leather necklace to which a leather strap is attached. No! It is a collar, a dog collar and a leash.
The girl protests through her gag. To the delight of her tormentors.
Fifi fastens the collar around the captive’s neck, then grabs the leash. Gwen is kept on a leash.
Not surprisingly, she is taken to the street. There is no point in trying to hide a young bound and gagged girl. Not in this village where this unusual festival is taking place!
At that moment, music resonates in the village, thanks to the loudspeakers scattered in the streets of the village, signaling the beginning of the festival.
That’s enough! She stops. She resists despite the pull on the leash and the whip strikes on her back side. She refuses to be walked in the city like a dog.
Fifi: - This idiot is really untamed. By now she should have understood that it is stupid to resist.
Her uncle grabs her hair and looks his niece straight in the eye.
- The leash is not our only option. Among other options, we can tie your ankles at your wrists, hang you on a wooden bar, upside down, and walk you around. You would prefer this?
Defeated, Gwen lowers her head to show her submission. Fifi pulls sharply on the leash. Gwen starts walking. Zaza pats her on the buttocks.
Her uncle: - You become reasonable. Let’s join the party!
Tied up, gagged, her legs restrained by her own skirt, held on a leash, Gwen resigns to following her bullies.
Gwen thinks that she freed herself not long ago. But it had taken her hours and hours. Her current situation appears hopeless. She cannot free herself.
The crowd that begins to fill the streets notices her but does not pay attention. No help is to be hoped for. She drags her feet.
Fifi delivers new blows with the whip. The girl’s pleas are muffled by her gag. Held on the leash by Zaza, she struggles to keep up the pace.
The bully drags poor Gwen in the middle of the crowd. She feels hands brushing against her body, some even openly caressing her.
The small group arrives at a portico. Tree young women are tied up and gagged under the main beam. A rope connected to their neck and the top bar prevents them from escaping. Their ankles are tied in such a manner that can take very small steps. Gwen is led beside the women and fastened as they are.
Suddenly a signal is heard. Standing on a platform, a man begins a long speech. Gwen doesn’t even try to listen the words she senses vile. She guesses that these men and women are being invited to humiliate her and her unfortunate companions.
The sad confirmation is not long in coming. She is hit by a shower of rotten fruits and eggs.
The throwers take turns. The loose ties around her ankles have a sadistic tone. It allows a bit if movement, so they are tempted to try to avoid the trash that is thrown at them. The young woman feels as if this torment will never end. Yet, gradually, the throwers scatter and abandon their victims to their miserable condition.
Minutes passes without her bullies returning. They probably find it more amusing to leave her like that, covered in rubbish.
She is pulled out of her dark thoughts by powerful jets of water. The water cleans her alongside with the other captives. The victims are then dried with large towels. She expects to be released, but the cleaners walk away, laughing.
Time passes. Gwen gets more and more desperate. She senses a presence behind her. She assumes it is one more of the bullies, until this person says with a feminine voice:
- Act as if I am tormenting you!
Gwen pulls on her bonds. She tries to communicate with the girl but her gag prevents it.
- Don’t overdo it. You don’t want to attract the attention of your enemies.
Gwen calms down as the woman explains:
- I am Diana, the journalist you called. I found strange the way the rendezvous was cancelled. I arrived before everyone, I hid myself and I observed. I saw how they reserved the pub, how they prepared the trap at your intention. I observed how you ran away, all tied up and gagged. I did not intervene. I preferred discretion and acquiring more intelligence about your enemies.
- mmmmhh!!
- Calm down. Your kidnappers are not far away.
Even gagged as you are, the resemblance to the princess Tania is obvious. Her marriage is a scam. You replaced the princess.
- mmmmffhh!!
What is this journalist waiting for to untie her? Gwen pulls at her bonds, hoping she will understand.
- Your kidnappers are very close. It’s too risky to untie you or even ungag you. I’ll try to follow you; but it would be easier if I knew where they are taking you.
Gagged as she is, Gwen cannot make understandable sounds. She gives her best:
- mmmmhh!!, mmmmff, mmmmffhh!!
- Damn, I don’t understand you. Let me guess. In the pub they have mentioned sir d’Arcy. Would it be sir d’Arcy’s castle?
- mmmmhh!!
- He has announced his marriage. It is not with you, is it?
- mmmmffhh!!
Gwen is furious. The journalist had a hundred times time to free her.
- Two forced marriages. You are racking them up!
The journalist pauses.
- I am sorry for what I am going to do. But don’t worry. Now I know where to find you again.
Suddenly, Gwen receives several blows with a riding crop on her buttocks. In pain and humiliation, she groans in her gag and struggles in her bonds.
- All that for a few whip strikes. Sir d’Arcy will not have much trouble convincing you to marry him!
Gwen has recognized Zaza’s voice. She understands that the journalist hit her with the whip to deceive Zaza. She would have preferred that she hadn’t be so forceful.
Poor Gwen is finally released from the beam. Fifi leashes her again. Her ankles are freed. Her uncle’s team leads Gwen along.
They leave the festival and finally reach Gwen’s uncle car. He sits behind the steering wheel and instructs his accomplices:
- Sit in the back with her.
The car sped off the road. Gwen is sitting behind Fifi and Zaza. The two women tie securely Gwen’s thighs and ankles. She moans as the ropes dig into her flesh.
Desperate Gwen thinks that nothing is capable of standing in the way of the bullies’ sordid plans.
For what seems to be an eternity, they made their way through the countryside. To keep themselves busy, the bitches refine their work by tying their victim into a balltie, their thighs bent against her torso and the ties of her ankles connected to those of her wrists. They also check her gag.
At one moment the uncle announces:
- Police check. Hide her under a blanket.
Gwen is placed on the car floor on the right side of the car, under a blanket.
Completely helpless, she hears the officer:
- Excuse me, sir. I didn’t recognize you.
- It’s all right. You are doing your job. What are you looking for?
Gwen pulls on her bonds. She seems only succeeding in tightening them. She calls with all she has but her miserable sobs, muffled by her gag, are drowned out by the sound of the engine that her uncle had left running.
- We are looking for a young woman who was allegedly kidnapped in a car like yours.
- That is not a unique model in the region. But to be sure, you might want to check my car?
- It will not be necessary to search the car of the commissioner’s friend.
- Be my guest!
The sounds that reach Gwen let her understand that her uncle gets out of the vehicle. She hears the trunk being opened, then being closed. She guesses that the officer peruses the inside of the car.
- Thank you for your cooperation, sir. You may go.
- I hope there are more police checks? I am expected by Count d’Arcy and I am already late.
- Don’t you worry. I’ll report by radio that you are being allowed to pass.
The car starts again carrying away Gwen’s last hopes.
Or perhaps there is still a little one, namely Diana the journalist?
To be continued (in a few days).
Chapter 1.7. Gwendoline is sir d’Arcy’s guest
The next morning…
Gwen wakes up in a sleepsack on a bed in sir d’Arcy’s castle. The sleepsack encloses her completely, up to her neck. It has some elasticity but it is so tight that Gwen has to keep her arms against her body. She cannot even bend her arms toward her neck. Anyway, even if she could so, she couldn’t unzip her sleepsack. The zipper is locked with a small padlock at the back of her head.
Helpless in her sleeping bag, she recalls her arrival at the castle. Her restraints had been removed, she had been fed and watered. A hot shower had comforted her.
Her wrists and her arms had been tightly bound for almost the entire day, and she had spent hours trying to free herself. Her wrists, and elbows bore the red marks of the ropes’ bites. Sir d’Arcy, in an unusual act of compassion, had decided that his fiancée would neither be bound nor gagged for the night. She would instead be enclosed in an elastic bag.
The sack’s stiffness, tightness and slight elasticity did only allow Gwen very small movements.
The sleepsack did not give her any hope of escape, but it did nicely mold her body.
Well restrained, Gwen looks around. She is in a room with minimal and simple furniture. A bed, a table, some chairs, a wardrobe, a small sink, that’s all.
Her thoughts are mixed. The journalist would try to rescue her. Yesterday she proved that she is clever. But can she really do something to help Gwen? Locked in sir d’Arcy’s castle as she is? And let’s not forget the many maids, henchmen and servants.
Anyway, right now she is helpless. She can only wait to see what the foul Count has in store for her.
Zaza enters the room. She brings breakfast. She frees Gwen from her sleepsack. She warns her:
- There is nothing in this room that can help you escape. You may as well enjoy the breakfast Fifi prepared for you. Then you will dress to meet sir d’Arcy. You will discuss wedding preparations with him.
Gwendoline took her time. Surprisingly her breakfast was quite good. The Count certainly wants her forced fiancée in a good mood.
Then she groomed herself. She feels refreshed and ready to face her kidnappers.
Fifi and Zaza enter:
- We bring you elegant clothes. Since we are devoted maids, we are going to help you put them on.
These words arouse Gwendoline’s mistrust. She rejects the help of the two maids.
Fifi and Zaza just ignore Gwendoline’s refusal and put on her a very short, black tight dress with very short sleeves.
Gwendoline states that she wants to dress herself.
In response, Zaza places herself behind Gwendoline and grabs her arms. Quickly, Fifi inserts a flattened leather ball into Gwendoline’s mouth. The ball entirely fills Gwendoline’s mouth. A piece of leather, lined with a tampon, completes the ball and covers Gwendoline’s mouth. Fifi finishes her endeavor by fastening the leather strap of the gag at Gwendoline’s neck, firmly locking the gag in Gwendoline’s mouth. She is now effectively gagged.
Gwendoline moans in discomfort:
- mmmmhh!!
The two maids resume Gwendoline’s dressing. They slip her hands in black gloves that go up past her elbows. The gloves hide the red marks, still visible on Gwendoline’s tender flesh.
Fifi and Zaza now put on Gwendoline a golden pantyhose. She brings her hands behind her neck, in an attempt to undo her gag.
Fifi and Zaza are amused by Gwendoline’s futile efforts. They smile and explain:
- It’s thick leather, of good quality. It is not padlocked but the lock is very stiff!
Zaza wrapped a golden belt around Gwendoline’s waist. Fifi gives a sly smile and grabs some golden accessories.
- Let’s move on to the pretty jewelry. Zaza, hold her hands behind her back.
The “jewelry” are golden handcuffs in the form of an 8. Fifi places these cuffs around Gwen’s wrists. More golden handcuffs are placed just under Gwen’s elbows. Gwen’s wrists and elbows are pinned together. This “jewelry” immobilizes her arms very effectively.
Gwen is now in bondage. Again. Fifi and Zaza are satisfied with her work and laugh.
- Handcuffs matching the belt and the pantyhose!
- High quality handcuffs, as suited for a lady!
- Sir d’Arcy’s fiancée has style!
- mmmmffhh!!
Fifi’s face brightens:
- Maybe we could adorn her with a flower in her hair?
- Yes! It’s a good idea. I will go fetch one!
Zaza leaves the room. Fifi poses on the floor 10 cm (4 inches) heeled black pumps. These shoes are connected to each other by a short golden chain.
Gwen is already gagged and already has her hands tied behind her back. Once these shoes are on her feet, they will terribly hinder her gait. Gwen will then have no chance at all of escaping. Gwen’s legs are still free. Fifi leans over these shoes, turning her back on her.
She takes her chance! She kicks violently Fifi. Her head hits the bed post, dizzying her.
Gwen hurries to slip on the flat shoes she wore yesterday. She rushes out of the room!
Her heart pounding, Gwen searches for a way out of the castle. She knows that she has very little time. Fifi will soon raise the alarm. D’Arcy’s servants will then lock the doors and Gwen will no longer be able to run away. She walks as quickly and quietly as she can. Her legs are free and her soft and flat shoes are an advantage. Luck in on her side. She reaches a door. It is closed but it is not locked. She opens it without too much difficulty, despite her hands pinned behind her back. Gwen flees the castle toward the nearby forest while screams echo behind her.
Gwen is out of breath. She has to stop. Her frantic run and her gag that keeps her from breathing normally have given her a stich in her side. The pain and the lack of air force Gwen to lean against a tree in the forest. There are bushes nearby. She hides, while catching her breath.
Gwen caught her breath. She becomes aware of the danger she is in. She is tied up, but this time with handcuffs. With well-fixed handcuffs. She won’t be able to remove them herself. She is also gagged. With a leather gag that she won’t remove neither.
Worst of all, sir d’Arcy’s men will soon understand that she is no longer in the castle. They will soon come starting looking for her.
A positive note: her legs are free and she wears soft shoes.
Gwen thinks what she should do in her condition. Her hands pinned behind her back and gagged.
Reach for the police? But the events of yesterday made her fear a complicity with sir d’Arcy.
Try to reach her uncle? Certainly not!
Go to the nearest village hoping to get help? She doesn’t know in which direction it is. And helpless as she is, who knows what could happen.
Go back to the castle to search for the handcuff’s keys? How wonderful it would be to find these keys and free herself. But she has no idea where these keys are. And restrained as she is, she could only awkwardly search for these keys. While avoiding recapture? No, she will not succeed in that endeavor.
She desperately tries to free herself from her handcuffs. The handcuffs cruelly clamp her wrists and elbows. Her efforts are in vain. The handcuffs do not budge at all.
The best hope comes from the journalist Diana. She said she would try to help her. Might be she will come? Gwen decides that her best chance, at least for now, is to hide at some distance from the castle, near the road leading to the castle, in the hope that Diana will pass by there.
Gwen sets off. Slowly, discreetly. She doesn’t want to be seen by Count d’Arcy’s men. By now they are certainly searching for her outside the castle.
Bound and gagged she would have no way to defend herself and little chance of escaping if she were seen.
Gwen’s good mood rises. Although still desperately chained and gagged, she has moved away from the count’s castle!
Diana uncovers herself from a bush.
Gwen sights of relief but her gag reduces it to a barely audible moan. She looks at Diana, a small tear moistens her eye, betraying her joy.
- Hi miss Gwendoline. How are you?
Diana has a playful look and is having fun:
- Do you always go around bound and gagged? You never go without restraints? Or do you just so much enjoy being tied up so much?
It is true that keeping your arms behind your back nicely highlights your figure.
Gwen thinks that for some time now she has almost always been tied up, gagged, bound; not only tied up, but securely tied up with really tight bindings. Really strong ties, impossible to break, nearly impossible to remove. Not just tied up, but completely tied up. The wretches don’t just tie her hands, they also tie her elbows and her arms. They don’t just tie her ankles, but also her thighs, knees and legs. She thinks that she spends much more time bound than free. She begins to wonder how it would feel if she were somehow free for a long while. She begins to think that she might feel exposed without bonds, feel that she misses being bound. What a mockery!
- mmmmffhh!!
Diana amuses:
- How on earth do you manage to put your bonds on yourself? I am not going to believe that thugs are constantly tying you up against your will!
Gwen shakes her head and desperately tries to justify herself, despite the gag:
- mmmmhh!!
- Might be I should take off your gag? It will be more practical.
Gwen turns around and presents the closure of the gag. Diana sets out to undo it.
- mmmmffhh!!
A few minutes later, the gag is still on. It didn’t move. Gwen hoped to finally be delivered from this cursed gag that fills her mouth with a taste of leather. Her hopes are fading.
Diana explains:
- I am sorry. The closure is blocked and I don’t have a suitable tool. You do not mind, do you? This leather gag is really pretty and it suits you so well. Besides, you are surely used to being gagged?
- mmmmffhh!!
Gwen shakes her hands vigorously with the tiny movements her handcuffs allow.
- mmmmhh!!
- Well, well! Securmax handcuffs! The safest on the market. It is almost impossible to pick them. Without their key, it is almost impossible to open them. Come on, tell me where you keep those keys.
A few tears appear in Gwen’s eyes. She points in the direction of the castle with her head.
- mmmmff!!
- Really? You left them at the castle?
Gwen nods in confirmation. Resigned, she understands that she’s going to remain bound and gagged for yet a long time. She had thought that she would at least be freed of her gag. She tries to ease her distress by thinking that she joined Diana much easily than expected.
The journalist wipes Gwen’s tears with a small handkerchief.
- Come on, pull yourself together. I’ll take you to my place and set you free. I have this kind of key at home.
- mmmmffhh!!
Gwen has so many things to say and ask. But the horrible gag keeps her from speaking. She can only make barely audible sighs.
- mmmmhh!!
- Ah, yes, we are at the edge of the count’s estate. I came for doing some scouting. My car is not far away. Let us be on our way!
To be continued (in a few days)
The next morning…
Gwen wakes up in a sleepsack on a bed in sir d’Arcy’s castle. The sleepsack encloses her completely, up to her neck. It has some elasticity but it is so tight that Gwen has to keep her arms against her body. She cannot even bend her arms toward her neck. Anyway, even if she could so, she couldn’t unzip her sleepsack. The zipper is locked with a small padlock at the back of her head.
Helpless in her sleeping bag, she recalls her arrival at the castle. Her restraints had been removed, she had been fed and watered. A hot shower had comforted her.
Her wrists and her arms had been tightly bound for almost the entire day, and she had spent hours trying to free herself. Her wrists, and elbows bore the red marks of the ropes’ bites. Sir d’Arcy, in an unusual act of compassion, had decided that his fiancée would neither be bound nor gagged for the night. She would instead be enclosed in an elastic bag.
The sack’s stiffness, tightness and slight elasticity did only allow Gwen very small movements.
The sleepsack did not give her any hope of escape, but it did nicely mold her body.
Well restrained, Gwen looks around. She is in a room with minimal and simple furniture. A bed, a table, some chairs, a wardrobe, a small sink, that’s all.
Her thoughts are mixed. The journalist would try to rescue her. Yesterday she proved that she is clever. But can she really do something to help Gwen? Locked in sir d’Arcy’s castle as she is? And let’s not forget the many maids, henchmen and servants.
Anyway, right now she is helpless. She can only wait to see what the foul Count has in store for her.
Zaza enters the room. She brings breakfast. She frees Gwen from her sleepsack. She warns her:
- There is nothing in this room that can help you escape. You may as well enjoy the breakfast Fifi prepared for you. Then you will dress to meet sir d’Arcy. You will discuss wedding preparations with him.
Gwendoline took her time. Surprisingly her breakfast was quite good. The Count certainly wants her forced fiancée in a good mood.
Then she groomed herself. She feels refreshed and ready to face her kidnappers.
Fifi and Zaza enter:
- We bring you elegant clothes. Since we are devoted maids, we are going to help you put them on.
These words arouse Gwendoline’s mistrust. She rejects the help of the two maids.
Fifi and Zaza just ignore Gwendoline’s refusal and put on her a very short, black tight dress with very short sleeves.
Gwendoline states that she wants to dress herself.
In response, Zaza places herself behind Gwendoline and grabs her arms. Quickly, Fifi inserts a flattened leather ball into Gwendoline’s mouth. The ball entirely fills Gwendoline’s mouth. A piece of leather, lined with a tampon, completes the ball and covers Gwendoline’s mouth. Fifi finishes her endeavor by fastening the leather strap of the gag at Gwendoline’s neck, firmly locking the gag in Gwendoline’s mouth. She is now effectively gagged.
Gwendoline moans in discomfort:
- mmmmhh!!
The two maids resume Gwendoline’s dressing. They slip her hands in black gloves that go up past her elbows. The gloves hide the red marks, still visible on Gwendoline’s tender flesh.
Fifi and Zaza now put on Gwendoline a golden pantyhose. She brings her hands behind her neck, in an attempt to undo her gag.
Fifi and Zaza are amused by Gwendoline’s futile efforts. They smile and explain:
- It’s thick leather, of good quality. It is not padlocked but the lock is very stiff!
Zaza wrapped a golden belt around Gwendoline’s waist. Fifi gives a sly smile and grabs some golden accessories.
- Let’s move on to the pretty jewelry. Zaza, hold her hands behind her back.
The “jewelry” are golden handcuffs in the form of an 8. Fifi places these cuffs around Gwen’s wrists. More golden handcuffs are placed just under Gwen’s elbows. Gwen’s wrists and elbows are pinned together. This “jewelry” immobilizes her arms very effectively.
Gwen is now in bondage. Again. Fifi and Zaza are satisfied with her work and laugh.
- Handcuffs matching the belt and the pantyhose!
- High quality handcuffs, as suited for a lady!
- Sir d’Arcy’s fiancée has style!
- mmmmffhh!!
Fifi’s face brightens:
- Maybe we could adorn her with a flower in her hair?
- Yes! It’s a good idea. I will go fetch one!
Zaza leaves the room. Fifi poses on the floor 10 cm (4 inches) heeled black pumps. These shoes are connected to each other by a short golden chain.
Gwen is already gagged and already has her hands tied behind her back. Once these shoes are on her feet, they will terribly hinder her gait. Gwen will then have no chance at all of escaping. Gwen’s legs are still free. Fifi leans over these shoes, turning her back on her.
She takes her chance! She kicks violently Fifi. Her head hits the bed post, dizzying her.
Gwen hurries to slip on the flat shoes she wore yesterday. She rushes out of the room!
Her heart pounding, Gwen searches for a way out of the castle. She knows that she has very little time. Fifi will soon raise the alarm. D’Arcy’s servants will then lock the doors and Gwen will no longer be able to run away. She walks as quickly and quietly as she can. Her legs are free and her soft and flat shoes are an advantage. Luck in on her side. She reaches a door. It is closed but it is not locked. She opens it without too much difficulty, despite her hands pinned behind her back. Gwen flees the castle toward the nearby forest while screams echo behind her.
Gwen is out of breath. She has to stop. Her frantic run and her gag that keeps her from breathing normally have given her a stich in her side. The pain and the lack of air force Gwen to lean against a tree in the forest. There are bushes nearby. She hides, while catching her breath.
Gwen caught her breath. She becomes aware of the danger she is in. She is tied up, but this time with handcuffs. With well-fixed handcuffs. She won’t be able to remove them herself. She is also gagged. With a leather gag that she won’t remove neither.
Worst of all, sir d’Arcy’s men will soon understand that she is no longer in the castle. They will soon come starting looking for her.
A positive note: her legs are free and she wears soft shoes.
Gwen thinks what she should do in her condition. Her hands pinned behind her back and gagged.
Reach for the police? But the events of yesterday made her fear a complicity with sir d’Arcy.
Try to reach her uncle? Certainly not!
Go to the nearest village hoping to get help? She doesn’t know in which direction it is. And helpless as she is, who knows what could happen.
Go back to the castle to search for the handcuff’s keys? How wonderful it would be to find these keys and free herself. But she has no idea where these keys are. And restrained as she is, she could only awkwardly search for these keys. While avoiding recapture? No, she will not succeed in that endeavor.
She desperately tries to free herself from her handcuffs. The handcuffs cruelly clamp her wrists and elbows. Her efforts are in vain. The handcuffs do not budge at all.
The best hope comes from the journalist Diana. She said she would try to help her. Might be she will come? Gwen decides that her best chance, at least for now, is to hide at some distance from the castle, near the road leading to the castle, in the hope that Diana will pass by there.
Gwen sets off. Slowly, discreetly. She doesn’t want to be seen by Count d’Arcy’s men. By now they are certainly searching for her outside the castle.
Bound and gagged she would have no way to defend herself and little chance of escaping if she were seen.
Gwen’s good mood rises. Although still desperately chained and gagged, she has moved away from the count’s castle!
Diana uncovers herself from a bush.
Gwen sights of relief but her gag reduces it to a barely audible moan. She looks at Diana, a small tear moistens her eye, betraying her joy.
- Hi miss Gwendoline. How are you?
Diana has a playful look and is having fun:
- Do you always go around bound and gagged? You never go without restraints? Or do you just so much enjoy being tied up so much?
It is true that keeping your arms behind your back nicely highlights your figure.
Gwen thinks that for some time now she has almost always been tied up, gagged, bound; not only tied up, but securely tied up with really tight bindings. Really strong ties, impossible to break, nearly impossible to remove. Not just tied up, but completely tied up. The wretches don’t just tie her hands, they also tie her elbows and her arms. They don’t just tie her ankles, but also her thighs, knees and legs. She thinks that she spends much more time bound than free. She begins to wonder how it would feel if she were somehow free for a long while. She begins to think that she might feel exposed without bonds, feel that she misses being bound. What a mockery!
- mmmmffhh!!
Diana amuses:
- How on earth do you manage to put your bonds on yourself? I am not going to believe that thugs are constantly tying you up against your will!
Gwen shakes her head and desperately tries to justify herself, despite the gag:
- mmmmhh!!
- Might be I should take off your gag? It will be more practical.
Gwen turns around and presents the closure of the gag. Diana sets out to undo it.
- mmmmffhh!!
A few minutes later, the gag is still on. It didn’t move. Gwen hoped to finally be delivered from this cursed gag that fills her mouth with a taste of leather. Her hopes are fading.
Diana explains:
- I am sorry. The closure is blocked and I don’t have a suitable tool. You do not mind, do you? This leather gag is really pretty and it suits you so well. Besides, you are surely used to being gagged?
- mmmmffhh!!
Gwen shakes her hands vigorously with the tiny movements her handcuffs allow.
- mmmmhh!!
- Well, well! Securmax handcuffs! The safest on the market. It is almost impossible to pick them. Without their key, it is almost impossible to open them. Come on, tell me where you keep those keys.
A few tears appear in Gwen’s eyes. She points in the direction of the castle with her head.
- mmmmff!!
- Really? You left them at the castle?
Gwen nods in confirmation. Resigned, she understands that she’s going to remain bound and gagged for yet a long time. She had thought that she would at least be freed of her gag. She tries to ease her distress by thinking that she joined Diana much easily than expected.
The journalist wipes Gwen’s tears with a small handkerchief.
- Come on, pull yourself together. I’ll take you to my place and set you free. I have this kind of key at home.
- mmmmffhh!!
Gwen has so many things to say and ask. But the horrible gag keeps her from speaking. She can only make barely audible sighs.
- mmmmhh!!
- Ah, yes, we are at the edge of the count’s estate. I came for doing some scouting. My car is not far away. Let us be on our way!
To be continued (in a few days)
Chapter 1.8. Gwendoline pays a visit to sir d’Arcy’s attorney
Diana and Gwendoline are having tea and some slices of cake. The two girls are in Diana’s apartment.
Diana freed Gwendoline from her gag using small pliers. She also removed her handcuffs.
Having the same size, Diana suggested some more common clothing.
Gwendoline is now wearing a white blouse and a black leather skirt. She likes wearing straight skirts and she appreciates the narrow skirt her friend provided her. The skirt is long enough to cover her knees. White tights highlight her legs. She kept her comfortable black shoes.
Diana is wearing a simple long-sleeved blue dress.
Diana concludes her discussion:
- In summary, we should start by looking into why sir d’Arcy sees a marriage of convenience in marrying you.
- That would indeed be indeed a good start.
- To get this intelligence, I suggest that we go and ask Fitchem. He is sir d’Arcy’s attorney. Perhaps he can give us a lead?
- Ready when you are!
Diana stands up and pulls a roll of white string from a drawer.
- Do you whish to be tied up right now? This white rope will make discreet ties on your white blouse. No one will notice your bonds on the street. You can even stay bound during our interview with Fitchem.
Gwendoline shudders, shows an expression of disgust and refusal. Diana has a menacing look.
- You don’t want to be tied up? It suits you so well!
Gwendoline sights and sinks into her chair.
Diana laughs at Gwendoline’s dismayed expression.
- Forgive me. I couldn’t resist playing a little prank on you. Your reaction was really funny!
Gwendoline lets out a sight of relief. She already saw herself bound and gagged. Once again! Since she got off the plane yesterday morning, she has had barely a few hours without being bound. She was beginning to believe that she lived only to be tied up and gagged.
The journalist is driving a convertible. The weather is nice. Gwendoline enjoys letting her hair flow in the wind. She feels rejuvenated. No more horrible bindings. She is in the company of her friend, the journalist. She has started taking action against her enemies.
The car stops, without having been parked, near the attorney’s office. Diana addresses Gwendoline:
- The post office is very close. I shall run an errand there, then I will park the convertible and join you. In the meantime, you may already announce our arrival to the attorney’s secretary.
Gwendoline enters the attorney’s office. The attorney turns his chair to face Gwendoline. She almost faints! It is not the attorney who faces her. It is her uncle Roger, who is visibly satisfied:
- It is really too easy! You always come to fall into our traps!
Gwendoline thinks of fleeing but in her narrow skirt she cannot run. And Zaza stands between her and the door.
She has several rolls of white string in her hands.
Her uncle stands up:
- Now gently cross your wrists behind your back and let Zaza bind them securely!
It is useless to resist. Zaza and her uncle can overpower her.
Zaza begins to tie Gwendoline’s wrists. Gwen is outraged:
- We are no longer at the village festival. Passersby will come to my aid.
- Funny, as always. As if we hadn’t thought of that.
Zaza placed ties on the wrists, above and under the elbows, around her torso, around her body. She tightened the ties and the knots firmly.
The uncle appreciates it.
- This white rope is very suited. No one will notice it on the street, but actually it doesn’t matter.
Gwen shivers. Could they have known that she would be dressed in white? She has no time to ask. Zaza pushes a large foam ball into Gwen’s mouth, who tries in vain to complain, then quickly covers her mouth with flesh-colored tape. Zaza perfects the gag by placing a strip of tape around her head. She applies foundation on the tape, making it indistinguishable from Gwen’s skin. The tape on her neck is hidden by her hair. Finally, Zaza draws lips with lipstick.
The uncle is very amused by pleading looks his niece gives him.
- Watch her, while I fetch the final item. Although I don’t think she can run away, restrained as she is.
Gwen is indeed harshly bound and gagged. And she cannot run in her narrow skirt. She has no hope of escape. She wonders what else her uncle has in store for her?
- Look at this pretty jacket. We padded the sleeves and tucked them into the pockets.
The uncle drapes the brown jacket over Gwen’s shoulders and buttons it up.
Zaza observes Gwen, now resigned.
- Isn’t she lovely like that? She is well tied up and gagged but she doesn’t look like she’s tied up and gagged.
- Yes, the padded sleeves suggest she has her hands in her pockets. Unless looking very closely, no one will realize that she is tied up and gagged!
- Let us rejoin Fifi! She will be delighted to she her. She will explain to this sassy girl that she holds a grudge for the huge bump on her head.
Gwen shudders at this thought. She had thrown Fifi’s head against a bed post, which caused that huge bump.
Zaza puts her arm around Gwen’s waist to guide her down the street.
Gwen sees Diana walking on the other side of the street, going in the opposite direction.
Gwen screams with all she has to warn the journalist. The gag muffles the scream to the point that the noise of traffic completely drowns it out. Gwen tries to break free from Zaza’s hold. Uncle Roger turns around and grabs Gwen.
These struggles catch the journalist’s attention. She reaches into her handbag. This action does not go unnoticed by the uncle who quickly draws a gun. He crouches. Zaza takes cover behind a car.
Diana also crouched behind a car. She shouts:
- Gwen! Run!
Gwen rushes and walks away as fast as her straight shirt allows.
Zaza asks her boss:
- Should I catch her?
- Too risky. That other wild one might shoot you. Let us try to avoid a shootout. Let’s instead try to quietly go around this amazon and capture her without causing a scene.
Zaza is excited:
- I suggest that I go to the left while you go to turn her by the right.
- Agreed. Let’s go!
Gwen is out of sight and stops. Her gag prevents her from breathing freely, and her narrow skirt restricts her knees. She needs to catch her breath. Once again, she is securely tied and gagged. Gwen wouldn’t have believed that she would find herself tied up and gagged, again!
Gwen wonders what she should do now, or rather she can do. Restrained as she is, her options are severely limited.
She could try to rejoin Diana. That means risking falling back into the hands of her uncle.
She could wait for Diana, hoping that she will come and untie her.
But that would suppose that the scoundrels have fled. They may have neutralized the journalist. In this case it will be them who would come after her. She shivers at the thought of her grim fate which would then await her. And bound as she is, she could not do a thing to defend herself.
She would try to seek help. Perhaps at a police station? D’Arcy and her uncle cannot have accomplices in every police station. Can they?
She begins to pull furiously at her bonds. She twists her arms, struggles against her restraints, with all her might. She remains securely tied. Once again, Zaza has done her job very well. She is experienced.
Worry fills Gwen. What happened to Diana? She was alone against two determined outlaws. It is very possible that she has been kidnapped. Maybe she is in d’Arcy’s hands? Locked up and tied?
Gwen wants to free herself. She has to free herself. She is tightly bound. Zaza was right. Her restraints are discreet. Too discreet. No one on the street notices that she is tied up and gagged. She asks for help, but the large foam ball that fills her mouth gags her so well. She can only produce pathetic whispers. Passersby interpret this faint whisper as humming and pay no attention. She tries to show that she is bound, but her invisible restraints limit her movement so much. Her gestures are tiny. No one notices Gwen’s predicament.
Gwen takes some rest on a bench in an empty park. She turns pale. She just realized that she is completely helpless: not only are her hands tied, her wrists, elbows, arms are tied behind her back. With very tight bindings. Bindings like Zaza knows how to make. Gwen’s eyes are getting wet. How can she get rid of the bindings? Of all these cruel bindings? She is alone. She has no way to free herself.
Gwen cannot take off her jacket. If she could, someone might be able to make out her bonds. And untie her. She is so tightly bound that she has no hope to remove the jacket. The tiny movements her restraints allow her are really far too insignificant for that. She wanted to tear the jacket, but she couldn’t. She is too tightly bound for that. The jacket is resistant and will keep you warm, Zaza had said. She was right.
Gwen can’t even rub her ties on a sharp object, hoping to erode them until they break. Her damn ties are covered by the jacket.
Time passes. Gwen is still tied up and gagged. Still securely bound. Still firmly gagged. Her ties seem tighter than ever. Stronger than ever. More despicable than ever. Above all, more unremovable than ever.
More time passes. Gwen went from one bench in the park to another. Her very narrow skirt discouraged her to search for the police station. Gagged as she is, she cannot even ask for directions.
She pulled on her damn bonds. Many times. Frenetically. Energetically. Furiously. Will all her strength. Her abominable bonds have not even loosened. If anything, they feel even more tighter!
Her eyes become moist again. What will happen to her? She is alone, still firmly bound, still firmly gagged, unable to free herself.
Hours later, Gwen is hungry, thirsty, desperate and exhausted from her enormous efforts to free herself. Her restraints have not given way. They haven’t moved. They haven’t even loosened. She is increasingly dreading to have to spent the day, alone, tied up and gagged!
Diana approaches.
- Finally, I found you!
- mmmmhh!!
Tears stream from Gwen’s eyes. Tears of happiness. Diana escaped from bad guys. Diana will free her from her terrible bonds!
Diana is puzzled.
- What are you doing here? Come on, get up, wipe your tears and let’s go home. It’s already late.
Gwen gets up reluctantly, sighing:
- mmmmff!!
Diana gives her a disapproving look:
- Stop whispering stupidly and tell me why you are here?
Gwen gives Diana a pleading look:
- mmmmff!!, mmmmhh, mmmmffhh!!
Dian looks closely at Gwen.
- It looks like you covered your mouth with some kind of adhesive?
Gwen nods affirmatively.
- mmmmhh!!
- I see. You are gagged. But why didn’t you say that you are gagged?
- mmmmffhh??
- Wait a minute. This means that you are also tied up?
Gwen nods affirmatively.
Diana is intrigued. She unbuttons Gwen’s jacket, then removes it.
- Oh, beautiful! Really nice ties. Discreet, tight, elegant, in matching color. Very classy. Wait! Are you saying that you have been tied up… since this morning? For all these hours?
Gwen nods affirmatively:
- mmmmhh!!
- Why didn’t you ask a passerby to untie you? You must really love to be in bondage. I wonder if I should untie you?
Gwen, still gagged, tries to beg to be untied. She turns around so Diana can begin untying the knots. She pulls on her ties to encourage her to begin.
- mmmmhh!!, mmmmhh!!
Diana focuses on the knots.
A few minutes later, Gwen is still securely tied. Diana moves in front of Gwen and explains:
- I can’t untie you. These knots are devilishly tight and I don’t have a knife!
- mmmmff??, mmmmff!!
- Meh! It’s not a big deal. You are used to be in bondage. Let’s go to my place. I will untie you there.
Gwen, her tears wiped, her jacket over her shoulders, but still bound and gagged, follows Diana. As soon as the girls will be at Diana’s place she will be freed from her hellish bonds.
She is eager to finally be released.
To be continued (in a few days)
Diana and Gwendoline are having tea and some slices of cake. The two girls are in Diana’s apartment.
Diana freed Gwendoline from her gag using small pliers. She also removed her handcuffs.
Having the same size, Diana suggested some more common clothing.
Gwendoline is now wearing a white blouse and a black leather skirt. She likes wearing straight skirts and she appreciates the narrow skirt her friend provided her. The skirt is long enough to cover her knees. White tights highlight her legs. She kept her comfortable black shoes.
Diana is wearing a simple long-sleeved blue dress.
Diana concludes her discussion:
- In summary, we should start by looking into why sir d’Arcy sees a marriage of convenience in marrying you.
- That would indeed be indeed a good start.
- To get this intelligence, I suggest that we go and ask Fitchem. He is sir d’Arcy’s attorney. Perhaps he can give us a lead?
- Ready when you are!
Diana stands up and pulls a roll of white string from a drawer.
- Do you whish to be tied up right now? This white rope will make discreet ties on your white blouse. No one will notice your bonds on the street. You can even stay bound during our interview with Fitchem.
Gwendoline shudders, shows an expression of disgust and refusal. Diana has a menacing look.
- You don’t want to be tied up? It suits you so well!
Gwendoline sights and sinks into her chair.
Diana laughs at Gwendoline’s dismayed expression.
- Forgive me. I couldn’t resist playing a little prank on you. Your reaction was really funny!
Gwendoline lets out a sight of relief. She already saw herself bound and gagged. Once again! Since she got off the plane yesterday morning, she has had barely a few hours without being bound. She was beginning to believe that she lived only to be tied up and gagged.
The journalist is driving a convertible. The weather is nice. Gwendoline enjoys letting her hair flow in the wind. She feels rejuvenated. No more horrible bindings. She is in the company of her friend, the journalist. She has started taking action against her enemies.
The car stops, without having been parked, near the attorney’s office. Diana addresses Gwendoline:
- The post office is very close. I shall run an errand there, then I will park the convertible and join you. In the meantime, you may already announce our arrival to the attorney’s secretary.
Gwendoline enters the attorney’s office. The attorney turns his chair to face Gwendoline. She almost faints! It is not the attorney who faces her. It is her uncle Roger, who is visibly satisfied:
- It is really too easy! You always come to fall into our traps!
Gwendoline thinks of fleeing but in her narrow skirt she cannot run. And Zaza stands between her and the door.
She has several rolls of white string in her hands.
Her uncle stands up:
- Now gently cross your wrists behind your back and let Zaza bind them securely!
It is useless to resist. Zaza and her uncle can overpower her.
Zaza begins to tie Gwendoline’s wrists. Gwen is outraged:
- We are no longer at the village festival. Passersby will come to my aid.
- Funny, as always. As if we hadn’t thought of that.
Zaza placed ties on the wrists, above and under the elbows, around her torso, around her body. She tightened the ties and the knots firmly.
The uncle appreciates it.
- This white rope is very suited. No one will notice it on the street, but actually it doesn’t matter.
Gwen shivers. Could they have known that she would be dressed in white? She has no time to ask. Zaza pushes a large foam ball into Gwen’s mouth, who tries in vain to complain, then quickly covers her mouth with flesh-colored tape. Zaza perfects the gag by placing a strip of tape around her head. She applies foundation on the tape, making it indistinguishable from Gwen’s skin. The tape on her neck is hidden by her hair. Finally, Zaza draws lips with lipstick.
The uncle is very amused by pleading looks his niece gives him.
- Watch her, while I fetch the final item. Although I don’t think she can run away, restrained as she is.
Gwen is indeed harshly bound and gagged. And she cannot run in her narrow skirt. She has no hope of escape. She wonders what else her uncle has in store for her?
- Look at this pretty jacket. We padded the sleeves and tucked them into the pockets.
The uncle drapes the brown jacket over Gwen’s shoulders and buttons it up.
Zaza observes Gwen, now resigned.
- Isn’t she lovely like that? She is well tied up and gagged but she doesn’t look like she’s tied up and gagged.
- Yes, the padded sleeves suggest she has her hands in her pockets. Unless looking very closely, no one will realize that she is tied up and gagged!
- Let us rejoin Fifi! She will be delighted to she her. She will explain to this sassy girl that she holds a grudge for the huge bump on her head.
Gwen shudders at this thought. She had thrown Fifi’s head against a bed post, which caused that huge bump.
Zaza puts her arm around Gwen’s waist to guide her down the street.
Gwen sees Diana walking on the other side of the street, going in the opposite direction.
Gwen screams with all she has to warn the journalist. The gag muffles the scream to the point that the noise of traffic completely drowns it out. Gwen tries to break free from Zaza’s hold. Uncle Roger turns around and grabs Gwen.
These struggles catch the journalist’s attention. She reaches into her handbag. This action does not go unnoticed by the uncle who quickly draws a gun. He crouches. Zaza takes cover behind a car.
Diana also crouched behind a car. She shouts:
- Gwen! Run!
Gwen rushes and walks away as fast as her straight shirt allows.
Zaza asks her boss:
- Should I catch her?
- Too risky. That other wild one might shoot you. Let us try to avoid a shootout. Let’s instead try to quietly go around this amazon and capture her without causing a scene.
Zaza is excited:
- I suggest that I go to the left while you go to turn her by the right.
- Agreed. Let’s go!
Gwen is out of sight and stops. Her gag prevents her from breathing freely, and her narrow skirt restricts her knees. She needs to catch her breath. Once again, she is securely tied and gagged. Gwen wouldn’t have believed that she would find herself tied up and gagged, again!
Gwen wonders what she should do now, or rather she can do. Restrained as she is, her options are severely limited.
She could try to rejoin Diana. That means risking falling back into the hands of her uncle.
She could wait for Diana, hoping that she will come and untie her.
But that would suppose that the scoundrels have fled. They may have neutralized the journalist. In this case it will be them who would come after her. She shivers at the thought of her grim fate which would then await her. And bound as she is, she could not do a thing to defend herself.
She would try to seek help. Perhaps at a police station? D’Arcy and her uncle cannot have accomplices in every police station. Can they?
She begins to pull furiously at her bonds. She twists her arms, struggles against her restraints, with all her might. She remains securely tied. Once again, Zaza has done her job very well. She is experienced.
Worry fills Gwen. What happened to Diana? She was alone against two determined outlaws. It is very possible that she has been kidnapped. Maybe she is in d’Arcy’s hands? Locked up and tied?
Gwen wants to free herself. She has to free herself. She is tightly bound. Zaza was right. Her restraints are discreet. Too discreet. No one on the street notices that she is tied up and gagged. She asks for help, but the large foam ball that fills her mouth gags her so well. She can only produce pathetic whispers. Passersby interpret this faint whisper as humming and pay no attention. She tries to show that she is bound, but her invisible restraints limit her movement so much. Her gestures are tiny. No one notices Gwen’s predicament.
Gwen takes some rest on a bench in an empty park. She turns pale. She just realized that she is completely helpless: not only are her hands tied, her wrists, elbows, arms are tied behind her back. With very tight bindings. Bindings like Zaza knows how to make. Gwen’s eyes are getting wet. How can she get rid of the bindings? Of all these cruel bindings? She is alone. She has no way to free herself.
Gwen cannot take off her jacket. If she could, someone might be able to make out her bonds. And untie her. She is so tightly bound that she has no hope to remove the jacket. The tiny movements her restraints allow her are really far too insignificant for that. She wanted to tear the jacket, but she couldn’t. She is too tightly bound for that. The jacket is resistant and will keep you warm, Zaza had said. She was right.
Gwen can’t even rub her ties on a sharp object, hoping to erode them until they break. Her damn ties are covered by the jacket.
Time passes. Gwen is still tied up and gagged. Still securely bound. Still firmly gagged. Her ties seem tighter than ever. Stronger than ever. More despicable than ever. Above all, more unremovable than ever.
More time passes. Gwen went from one bench in the park to another. Her very narrow skirt discouraged her to search for the police station. Gagged as she is, she cannot even ask for directions.
She pulled on her damn bonds. Many times. Frenetically. Energetically. Furiously. Will all her strength. Her abominable bonds have not even loosened. If anything, they feel even more tighter!
Her eyes become moist again. What will happen to her? She is alone, still firmly bound, still firmly gagged, unable to free herself.
Hours later, Gwen is hungry, thirsty, desperate and exhausted from her enormous efforts to free herself. Her restraints have not given way. They haven’t moved. They haven’t even loosened. She is increasingly dreading to have to spent the day, alone, tied up and gagged!
Diana approaches.
- Finally, I found you!
- mmmmhh!!
Tears stream from Gwen’s eyes. Tears of happiness. Diana escaped from bad guys. Diana will free her from her terrible bonds!
Diana is puzzled.
- What are you doing here? Come on, get up, wipe your tears and let’s go home. It’s already late.
Gwen gets up reluctantly, sighing:
- mmmmff!!
Diana gives her a disapproving look:
- Stop whispering stupidly and tell me why you are here?
Gwen gives Diana a pleading look:
- mmmmff!!, mmmmhh, mmmmffhh!!
Dian looks closely at Gwen.
- It looks like you covered your mouth with some kind of adhesive?
Gwen nods affirmatively.
- mmmmhh!!
- I see. You are gagged. But why didn’t you say that you are gagged?
- mmmmffhh??
- Wait a minute. This means that you are also tied up?
Gwen nods affirmatively.
Diana is intrigued. She unbuttons Gwen’s jacket, then removes it.
- Oh, beautiful! Really nice ties. Discreet, tight, elegant, in matching color. Very classy. Wait! Are you saying that you have been tied up… since this morning? For all these hours?
Gwen nods affirmatively:
- mmmmhh!!
- Why didn’t you ask a passerby to untie you? You must really love to be in bondage. I wonder if I should untie you?
Gwen, still gagged, tries to beg to be untied. She turns around so Diana can begin untying the knots. She pulls on her ties to encourage her to begin.
- mmmmhh!!, mmmmhh!!
Diana focuses on the knots.
A few minutes later, Gwen is still securely tied. Diana moves in front of Gwen and explains:
- I can’t untie you. These knots are devilishly tight and I don’t have a knife!
- mmmmff??, mmmmff!!
- Meh! It’s not a big deal. You are used to be in bondage. Let’s go to my place. I will untie you there.
Gwen, her tears wiped, her jacket over her shoulders, but still bound and gagged, follows Diana. As soon as the girls will be at Diana’s place she will be freed from her hellish bonds.
She is eager to finally be released.
To be continued (in a few days)
Chapter 1.9. Gwendoline is at her home
The next morning.
Diana and Gwendoline finish their breakfast.
Diana explained what happened yesterday. She quickly realized that the rascals would try to capture her. She had taken refuge in the post office. The outlaws had positioned themselves near the exit, waiting for the journalist to leave the office. This happened at closing time, at noon. The kidnappers tried then to seize Diana. She defended herself with a small dagger. She managed to wound the uncle with a bloody injury, but not a serious injury.
Wanting to avoid public attention, the bad guys decided to retreat.
Diana went in search of Gwendoline at the lawyer’s office. She discovered that Gwendoline was set to receive substantial inheritance. Sir d’Arcy plans to claim this inheritance after marrying Gwendoline.
Diana then went in search of Gwendoline, whom she eventually found in the park.
Gwendoline is very puzzled about these findings as no one has some fortune in her family. More puzzling is that no member of her family is expected to die soon. So far, the journalist did not uncover any other information. Thus, she intends to return to her office and continue her investigations.
Diana also understood that she had underestimated the uncle. Gwendoline’s uncle had reasoned and guessed that her first move would be to pay a visit to sir d’Arcy’s lawyer, so he organized an ambush in his office. Yesterday, Gwendoline fell right into the trap.
The journalist suggested that Gwendoline stays with her during the ongoing investigations. The young girl is pleased by this idea.
Gwendoline whishes to wear her own clothes, so she plans to quietly stop by her place to pick up a few things for this purpose. She is wearing a brown blouse and the skirt she was already wearing yesterday.
Diana calls out to Gwendoline:
- I have brown ropes that match your blouse. I’m going to tie you up securely with them!
Gwendoline protests energetically:
- No! I am tired of being tied up! I refuse.
- You would be safe here, nicely wrapped up in brown ropes. Or is it that you prefer being tied up by Zaza?
- No! Enough with the tying up! In this story I’ve been tied up far too often and for far too long.
Gwendoline is angry. She is outraged at the idea of being tied up again.
Diana smiles:
- Got you again! Your reaction was so funny. Of course, I was kidding!
Gwendoline sighs of relief.
Gwendoline arrived at her home. She is alone. This is normal. She knows that her old father went to spent some days with her aunt. Her aunt is an elderly woman which can only walk with difficulty.
The farmhands take care of the farm during her father’s absence. Thus, the farm is maintained while the house is empty.
Gwendoline went to her bedroom. She notices her pencil skirt. Her skirt, made of black leather, reaches down to her ankles, which allows her only tiny steps. This skirt makes Gwendoline feel very feminine and is so appealing to U69. This skirt is so narrow that it makes walking difficult, by her own admission. She indulges herself: she puts her skirt on.
Zaza appears and shows rolls of dark brown rope. She says:
- Hi Gwen, look what I have for you!
- No! Please don’t tie me up anymore. It’s unbearable!
Uncle Roger is there too, delighted:
- Always so funny. Come on, gently cross your wrists behind your back. Zaza really wants to tie you up like a sausage.
Gwendoline complies. What else can she do? In her pencil skirt she can barely walk, she cannot run away. It would be of no use to fight against Zaza and Roger. She looks at her uncle.
- Why are you here?
Zaza begins her vile task, under the amused gaze of her uncle.
- Well, after you paid a visit to the lawyer Fitchem, what would be your next move? We guessed that you would return home. So instead of going after you, we quietly waited for you.
The uncle looks sternly at Zaza:
- This time tie her securely. Very tightly. Not counting when she escaped d’Arcy in his castle, she escaped us already twice! (*)
Gwendoline shivers. She did not manage to escape easily. And she could only painfully free herself after many hours, once. She thinks of the endless hours during which she remained bound.
Zaza takes great care in her job. She wraps her wrists and forearms with ties, tightens the ties terribly. Other bonds are placed above and under her elbows which are pressed together. Zaza wraps ties around Gwen’s chest, belly, abdomen and torso. Zaza cruelly tightens these ties.
Gwen pleads again:
- Please, don’t gag me anymore. I can’t stand being gagged anymore.
Her uncle ignores his niece’s pleas and adjusts a thick leather gag over Gwen’s mouth. The same one she has already worn and which has proven it’s qualities.
- She is funny, isn’t she, Zaza?
- She looks stunning in her bonds and gala skirt!
Right now, the telephone rings. The uncle picks up:
- Yes… OK… Got it… Fine, we are on our way!
Uncle Roger hangs up and turns to Zaza:
- The boss needs us. We are leaving!
Zaza wonders:
- What do we do with our “sausage”?
- We leave her here! She would be cumbersome in our assignment. “Sausaged” as she is, she won’t go very far. We’ll come back to get her in a few hours.
Gwen tries to plead with her bullies:
- mmmmffhh!!
Zaza and the uncle leave, letting Gwen right there!
Left alone, again tied up and gagged, this time even more tightly than before, Gwen cannot hold back some tears that come to her eyes. It seems to her that her skirt is even more narrow than formerly. She cannot spread her feet 2 inches (5cm), even when she bends her knees slightly.
After some sobbing, Gwen pulls herself together. She has some time to free herself. Perhaps even hours. There are knives in her kitchen. In their haste, her tormentors did not think of them! She will fetch a knife and cut herself loose!
Gwen hurries to go to the kitchen. Her skirt is so tight that it only allows her to move very slowly. In tiny steps. Minuscule steps, about one inch each (3 cm). Her skirt was already very tight, now it seems that it is excessively tight. Could it be that Zaza has altered her skirt so that it is even narrower?
Gwen can move faster by hopping than by walking. But hopping is also much more tiring. Bound as she is, she might fall while hopping. She can’t use her arms for balance. If she were to fall, tied up as she is, she could get hurt. And she probably would not be able to get up again. She prefers to avoid hopping, she walks slowly, very slowly.
Finally arriving in the kitchen, Gwen smiles behind her gag. There is a board filled with sharp knives on the wall, right behind the countertop, at the height of her hands. Gwen approaches it with her tiny, ridiculous steps, all excited to soon be able to cut her damn bonds.
Gwen has reached the worktop and is trying to grab one of the knives.
They are out of reach!
Her wrists are tied behind her back but also to her back. She can’t even bring her hands close to the knives. Her hopes dashed; tears appear in Gwen’s eyes.
Gwen is sitting on a chair in her kitchen. Her eyes are still moist. Her skirt encircles her legs. Her bonds tighten her terribly. Zaza has tied her up horribly tight, her uncle gagged her firmly. Her bonds are solid, numerous, impossible to undo. Courageous, she nevertheless thinks of a way to get rid of them!
Unless she goes looking for help? It would be a very slow walk, but she would certainly find someone who would untie her?
Countess “M”, auntie Tati, sir d’Arcy, uncle Roger, Fifi and Zaza are gathered around a table. The atmosphere is joyful. Beer and other beverages are on the table.
Tati: - She really can’t take off her skirt?
Zaza: - Not a chance. She is too tightly bound. She cannot reach the belt buckle. I reinforced the hem’s skirt with a metallic ribbon making the skirt tear-proof.
Sir d’Arcy: - Good. She is not going to take her skirt off.
Roger: - Zaza tied her really well this time.
Zaza: - I doubled her bonds. I tied double knots. I double-tightened the knots.
Countess: - Very well. She can’t free herself.
Roger: - She will go from frustration to frustration. There are many tools or knives in her house but they will be of no use. They are either just out of reach or just unfit to cut her bonds.
Fifi: - Maybe you should have bound her legs and ankles?
Tati: - Of course not! With her legs untied but restrained by her narrow skirt, she will be able to move slowly. She will look for a means to free herself. She will find several items but none will prove useful in her attempt to get free.
Countess: - After hours and hours, her frustration will have led her to be much more of a submissive.
Fifi: - When do you plan to go and “save” her, sir?
D’Arcy: - When she will have well simmered in her bonds. Let’s say tomorrow morning. A handsome young man will come and “save” her.
Tati: - A brilliant plan. You will see how grateful she will be to her savior.
D’Arcy: - Then she will fall into your hands, Fifi. You will take revenge for the goose egg she gave you!
Countess: - The handsome young man will save her again!
Roger: - Your plan is quite amusing. If, by then, she doesn’t fall for her hero, then Zaza and the countess will kidnap her. The handsome hero will, again, come to her rescue.
Tati: - And should this plan fail, we have other ideas in reserve!
Sir d’Arcy is laughing. He raises his glass:
- To the success of our plan!
Zaza has doubly tied up Gwen. Gwen has understood that she is tied with bonds that Zaza put on her like a professional! Her bonds are impossible to undo. She no longer pulls at them. It is useless. And tight as they are, her bonds are becoming more and more painful.
She is locked in her house. Her uncle turned the key and left it in the lock, outside! So much for going looking for help.
She walks in her house, very slowly, looking for a means to cut her bonds.
She has little hope of succeeding but looking for a way to free herself is better than just waiting for the return of her bullies.
Time passes. The odious plan hatched by the crooks is coming to fruition.
Gwen found a knife on a side board. It was just a little too high to reach.
Gwen remained tied up and gagged.
Gwen found a file at the bottom of the sink. Again, just out of reach.
Gwen remained tightly tied and gagged.
She found scissors on the ground. With great efforts, she picked up these rounded-tip scissors with her num fingers. She didn’t manage to slip a rope between the blades of the scissors. Again, she remained bound and gagged.
She also found a small saw, stuck in a position where the saw couldn’t reach Gwen’s ropes…
Time keeps passing. Gwen wonders when her captors will come back. She wonders when she will finally be free of her restraints and when she will finally be able to stay free.
She thinks of her friend Diana. Diana has proven to be a good friend. And a helpful one too! Gwen thinks at U69. She would like to help her and help princess Tania to recover her sovereignty. But now she is helpless in her own home, desperately bound and gagged.
Bound in awful bonds. Since she returned to England, three days ago, she was bound and gagged, most of the time.
Time passes and passes. The crooks did not return. Gwen is still as securely tied and gagged as ever. She is now thirsty and hungry. In her own home! She is frustrated: she had not been capable of getting rid of her bonds.
The sun is setting. Gwen is apprehensive about spending the night alone, helpless. But what can she do?
She lies down on the sofa.
It’s almost night when she hears a call:
- Gwendoline? Are you here?
Gwen recognizes Diana’s voice. She screams with all she has:
- mmmm!!, mmmmhh, mmmmffhh!!
Gwen is exhausted and she is still wearing her thick gag. She does not scream very loudly.
Moments later, Diana has rejoined Gwen.
- At last, I found you!
- mmmmhh??
- Yes, I have a small pocket knife. I will free you!
(*): Gwen escaped in chapter 1.4. when she was tied up in her uncle’s car and when she was bound and gagged in the street (chapter 1.8.). Gwen escaped from d’Arcy’s castle in chapter 1.7.
To be continued (in a few days)
The next morning.
Diana and Gwendoline finish their breakfast.
Diana explained what happened yesterday. She quickly realized that the rascals would try to capture her. She had taken refuge in the post office. The outlaws had positioned themselves near the exit, waiting for the journalist to leave the office. This happened at closing time, at noon. The kidnappers tried then to seize Diana. She defended herself with a small dagger. She managed to wound the uncle with a bloody injury, but not a serious injury.
Wanting to avoid public attention, the bad guys decided to retreat.
Diana went in search of Gwendoline at the lawyer’s office. She discovered that Gwendoline was set to receive substantial inheritance. Sir d’Arcy plans to claim this inheritance after marrying Gwendoline.
Diana then went in search of Gwendoline, whom she eventually found in the park.
Gwendoline is very puzzled about these findings as no one has some fortune in her family. More puzzling is that no member of her family is expected to die soon. So far, the journalist did not uncover any other information. Thus, she intends to return to her office and continue her investigations.
Diana also understood that she had underestimated the uncle. Gwendoline’s uncle had reasoned and guessed that her first move would be to pay a visit to sir d’Arcy’s lawyer, so he organized an ambush in his office. Yesterday, Gwendoline fell right into the trap.
The journalist suggested that Gwendoline stays with her during the ongoing investigations. The young girl is pleased by this idea.
Gwendoline whishes to wear her own clothes, so she plans to quietly stop by her place to pick up a few things for this purpose. She is wearing a brown blouse and the skirt she was already wearing yesterday.
Diana calls out to Gwendoline:
- I have brown ropes that match your blouse. I’m going to tie you up securely with them!
Gwendoline protests energetically:
- No! I am tired of being tied up! I refuse.
- You would be safe here, nicely wrapped up in brown ropes. Or is it that you prefer being tied up by Zaza?
- No! Enough with the tying up! In this story I’ve been tied up far too often and for far too long.
Gwendoline is angry. She is outraged at the idea of being tied up again.
Diana smiles:
- Got you again! Your reaction was so funny. Of course, I was kidding!
Gwendoline sighs of relief.
Gwendoline arrived at her home. She is alone. This is normal. She knows that her old father went to spent some days with her aunt. Her aunt is an elderly woman which can only walk with difficulty.
The farmhands take care of the farm during her father’s absence. Thus, the farm is maintained while the house is empty.
Gwendoline went to her bedroom. She notices her pencil skirt. Her skirt, made of black leather, reaches down to her ankles, which allows her only tiny steps. This skirt makes Gwendoline feel very feminine and is so appealing to U69. This skirt is so narrow that it makes walking difficult, by her own admission. She indulges herself: she puts her skirt on.
Zaza appears and shows rolls of dark brown rope. She says:
- Hi Gwen, look what I have for you!
- No! Please don’t tie me up anymore. It’s unbearable!
Uncle Roger is there too, delighted:
- Always so funny. Come on, gently cross your wrists behind your back. Zaza really wants to tie you up like a sausage.
Gwendoline complies. What else can she do? In her pencil skirt she can barely walk, she cannot run away. It would be of no use to fight against Zaza and Roger. She looks at her uncle.
- Why are you here?
Zaza begins her vile task, under the amused gaze of her uncle.
- Well, after you paid a visit to the lawyer Fitchem, what would be your next move? We guessed that you would return home. So instead of going after you, we quietly waited for you.
The uncle looks sternly at Zaza:
- This time tie her securely. Very tightly. Not counting when she escaped d’Arcy in his castle, she escaped us already twice! (*)
Gwendoline shivers. She did not manage to escape easily. And she could only painfully free herself after many hours, once. She thinks of the endless hours during which she remained bound.
Zaza takes great care in her job. She wraps her wrists and forearms with ties, tightens the ties terribly. Other bonds are placed above and under her elbows which are pressed together. Zaza wraps ties around Gwen’s chest, belly, abdomen and torso. Zaza cruelly tightens these ties.
Gwen pleads again:
- Please, don’t gag me anymore. I can’t stand being gagged anymore.
Her uncle ignores his niece’s pleas and adjusts a thick leather gag over Gwen’s mouth. The same one she has already worn and which has proven it’s qualities.
- She is funny, isn’t she, Zaza?
- She looks stunning in her bonds and gala skirt!
Right now, the telephone rings. The uncle picks up:
- Yes… OK… Got it… Fine, we are on our way!
Uncle Roger hangs up and turns to Zaza:
- The boss needs us. We are leaving!
Zaza wonders:
- What do we do with our “sausage”?
- We leave her here! She would be cumbersome in our assignment. “Sausaged” as she is, she won’t go very far. We’ll come back to get her in a few hours.
Gwen tries to plead with her bullies:
- mmmmffhh!!
Zaza and the uncle leave, letting Gwen right there!
Left alone, again tied up and gagged, this time even more tightly than before, Gwen cannot hold back some tears that come to her eyes. It seems to her that her skirt is even more narrow than formerly. She cannot spread her feet 2 inches (5cm), even when she bends her knees slightly.
After some sobbing, Gwen pulls herself together. She has some time to free herself. Perhaps even hours. There are knives in her kitchen. In their haste, her tormentors did not think of them! She will fetch a knife and cut herself loose!
Gwen hurries to go to the kitchen. Her skirt is so tight that it only allows her to move very slowly. In tiny steps. Minuscule steps, about one inch each (3 cm). Her skirt was already very tight, now it seems that it is excessively tight. Could it be that Zaza has altered her skirt so that it is even narrower?
Gwen can move faster by hopping than by walking. But hopping is also much more tiring. Bound as she is, she might fall while hopping. She can’t use her arms for balance. If she were to fall, tied up as she is, she could get hurt. And she probably would not be able to get up again. She prefers to avoid hopping, she walks slowly, very slowly.
Finally arriving in the kitchen, Gwen smiles behind her gag. There is a board filled with sharp knives on the wall, right behind the countertop, at the height of her hands. Gwen approaches it with her tiny, ridiculous steps, all excited to soon be able to cut her damn bonds.
Gwen has reached the worktop and is trying to grab one of the knives.
They are out of reach!
Her wrists are tied behind her back but also to her back. She can’t even bring her hands close to the knives. Her hopes dashed; tears appear in Gwen’s eyes.
Gwen is sitting on a chair in her kitchen. Her eyes are still moist. Her skirt encircles her legs. Her bonds tighten her terribly. Zaza has tied her up horribly tight, her uncle gagged her firmly. Her bonds are solid, numerous, impossible to undo. Courageous, she nevertheless thinks of a way to get rid of them!
Unless she goes looking for help? It would be a very slow walk, but she would certainly find someone who would untie her?
Countess “M”, auntie Tati, sir d’Arcy, uncle Roger, Fifi and Zaza are gathered around a table. The atmosphere is joyful. Beer and other beverages are on the table.
Tati: - She really can’t take off her skirt?
Zaza: - Not a chance. She is too tightly bound. She cannot reach the belt buckle. I reinforced the hem’s skirt with a metallic ribbon making the skirt tear-proof.
Sir d’Arcy: - Good. She is not going to take her skirt off.
Roger: - Zaza tied her really well this time.
Zaza: - I doubled her bonds. I tied double knots. I double-tightened the knots.
Countess: - Very well. She can’t free herself.
Roger: - She will go from frustration to frustration. There are many tools or knives in her house but they will be of no use. They are either just out of reach or just unfit to cut her bonds.
Fifi: - Maybe you should have bound her legs and ankles?
Tati: - Of course not! With her legs untied but restrained by her narrow skirt, she will be able to move slowly. She will look for a means to free herself. She will find several items but none will prove useful in her attempt to get free.
Countess: - After hours and hours, her frustration will have led her to be much more of a submissive.
Fifi: - When do you plan to go and “save” her, sir?
D’Arcy: - When she will have well simmered in her bonds. Let’s say tomorrow morning. A handsome young man will come and “save” her.
Tati: - A brilliant plan. You will see how grateful she will be to her savior.
D’Arcy: - Then she will fall into your hands, Fifi. You will take revenge for the goose egg she gave you!
Countess: - The handsome young man will save her again!
Roger: - Your plan is quite amusing. If, by then, she doesn’t fall for her hero, then Zaza and the countess will kidnap her. The handsome hero will, again, come to her rescue.
Tati: - And should this plan fail, we have other ideas in reserve!
Sir d’Arcy is laughing. He raises his glass:
- To the success of our plan!
Zaza has doubly tied up Gwen. Gwen has understood that she is tied with bonds that Zaza put on her like a professional! Her bonds are impossible to undo. She no longer pulls at them. It is useless. And tight as they are, her bonds are becoming more and more painful.
She is locked in her house. Her uncle turned the key and left it in the lock, outside! So much for going looking for help.
She walks in her house, very slowly, looking for a means to cut her bonds.
She has little hope of succeeding but looking for a way to free herself is better than just waiting for the return of her bullies.
Time passes. The odious plan hatched by the crooks is coming to fruition.
Gwen found a knife on a side board. It was just a little too high to reach.
Gwen remained tied up and gagged.
Gwen found a file at the bottom of the sink. Again, just out of reach.
Gwen remained tightly tied and gagged.
She found scissors on the ground. With great efforts, she picked up these rounded-tip scissors with her num fingers. She didn’t manage to slip a rope between the blades of the scissors. Again, she remained bound and gagged.
She also found a small saw, stuck in a position where the saw couldn’t reach Gwen’s ropes…
Time keeps passing. Gwen wonders when her captors will come back. She wonders when she will finally be free of her restraints and when she will finally be able to stay free.
She thinks of her friend Diana. Diana has proven to be a good friend. And a helpful one too! Gwen thinks at U69. She would like to help her and help princess Tania to recover her sovereignty. But now she is helpless in her own home, desperately bound and gagged.
Bound in awful bonds. Since she returned to England, three days ago, she was bound and gagged, most of the time.
Time passes and passes. The crooks did not return. Gwen is still as securely tied and gagged as ever. She is now thirsty and hungry. In her own home! She is frustrated: she had not been capable of getting rid of her bonds.
The sun is setting. Gwen is apprehensive about spending the night alone, helpless. But what can she do?
She lies down on the sofa.
It’s almost night when she hears a call:
- Gwendoline? Are you here?
Gwen recognizes Diana’s voice. She screams with all she has:
- mmmm!!, mmmmhh, mmmmffhh!!
Gwen is exhausted and she is still wearing her thick gag. She does not scream very loudly.
Moments later, Diana has rejoined Gwen.
- At last, I found you!
- mmmmhh??
- Yes, I have a small pocket knife. I will free you!
(*): Gwen escaped in chapter 1.4. when she was tied up in her uncle’s car and when she was bound and gagged in the street (chapter 1.8.). Gwen escaped from d’Arcy’s castle in chapter 1.7.
To be continued (in a few days)
Chapter 1.10. Gwendoline investigates
The next morning, Gwendoline and Diana are finishing their breakfast.
Diana explained that she had managed to spy on sir d’Arcy. She learned that d’Arcy was planning to “soften up” Gwendoline, to seduce her and then to marry her. It is still unclear why he wants to marry her. D’Arcy’s vile plan began with the kidnapping of Gwendoline. That is how Diana found out that Gwendoline had been kidnapped, but she did not know where was being held.
It took her a long time to locate her before rescuing her.
The journalist expresses her displeasure:
- If you wouldn’t get tied up all the time, we would save a lot of time.
- Do you think I enjoy being tied up and gagged?
- It would seem so! You have been getting tied up all the time for the past three days!
- No! I don’t want to be tied up anymore. I have been tied up too often. I can’t stand being tied anymore!
- You even managed twice to get tied up twice a day! I had to spent a lot of time searching for you to come to untie you!
Gwendoline is grateful.
- Fortunately, you freed me from my bonds. I still tremble when I think of what would have happened to me without your help!
- With all the time lost, we haven’t really made progress. However, we know that sir d’Arcy intends to kidnap you. So here is what will happen:
I’ll go snooping around sir d’Arcy’s castle while you stay safely here.
- I will come with you! In the first place, it’s my investigation. Besides, I know the castle better than you and I could be helpful!
Diana hesitates. Then she agrees: - Okay, but be careful! If you get tied up again, I will tie you up myself tomorrow. I will be simpler.
Gwendoline smiles. She took Diana’s warning for a joke.
Diana drives her convertible to sir d’Arcy’s castle. Next to her is Gwendoline letting her hair float in the wind. On Diana’s recommendations, Gwendoline wears a white scarf, a pale green blouse, a short brown skirt, green tights and black ballet flats. She will not be very noticeable and able to move easily. Diana chose the same type of clothing but went for grey where Gwendoline went for green.
Diana parks the convertible in the forest, at a short distance from the castle, after having made a turning maneuver.
The two girls approach the castle. Diana explains:
- OK, here is the plan. We are going to hide in bushes along the access road to the castle. I’ll crouch in this bush; you will hide in a bush a little farther, on the other side of the driveway. The castle’s gate will open any moment now. The goal is to identify the vehicles in the courtyard. This way, we will have a good idea of who is in there. Then we will enter the castle through a service door at the back of the castle.
- At your command, chief!
Hidden in a bush, Gwendoline is thinking. How does Diana know that the porch will open soon? Looking around, she notices some beautiful flowered paving a short distance away. St. John’s wort. She imagines herself adorned with one or more of these golden flowers in her hair.
NO! This is not the time to be vain. She is on duty!
A doe approaches the flowers, followed by five fawns. The animals begin to graze on the flowers. Gwendoline moves a bit to watch, this degrades her cover, but she takes care to keep out of sight from the castle. The animals are not frightened. It is rare to see such a delicate spectacle.
Brutal hands grab Gwendoline’s arms and twist them behind her back. She feels a rope wrapping around her wrists. The rope is tight and Gwen lets out a sigh of pain. A second rope forces her elbows to come together. The rope wraps around roughly around her elbows. A moan of pain escapes her. Her hands and elbows are now bound together behind her back. Strong hands hold Gwen firmly. A stocky man passes in front of her and unties her scarf.
She recognizes him instantly. It was during her second capture. She hadn’t forgotten the hours she had passed, alone, powerless, gagged, atrociously pulled by her bonds, in an immodest posture, stripped of her skirt, in an abandoned mill. Spike and Joe, d’Arcy’s henchmen, had kidnapped her and inflicted her this infamous suffering.
One of the thugs is now pushing the scarf rolled into a ball into Gwen’s mouth. The other thug is tearing strips of fabric from her blouse. Strips are pushed into her mouth, then tied behind her neck. Other strips are placed over her mouth and tied behind her neck.
Gwen didn’t scream. She didn’t want that her attackers spot Diana and capture her as well. Now she can no longer speak, let alone scream. She is skillfully gagged.
Spike and Joe are talking:
- That’s a stroke of luck! The boss’s bimbo, right before our door!
- The boss is going to be happy. Plus, we tied her the way he likes. Very tightly but with no excessive ropes.
- Yeah! Anyway, we only had short ropes!
- Come on, chick, move!
Gwen is pushed toward the castle.
Diana, well hidden, had watched the sad scene, exasperated.
- Amazing! This time it took her only a few minutes to get tied up and gagged!
Gwen, followed by her two captors, has just passed before Diana’s hiding place. Diana slips out of her hiding spot, trips one of the men, delivers a violent blow to the other’s head with a stick and shouts:
- Gwen! We run!
The two girls dash toward their car.
The two scoundrels recover and engage in pursuit.
The lead of the two girls allows them to reach their vehicle before being caught. Gwen, with her hands tied behind her back, cannot open her door. She slides her butt over the edge and lets herself down onto the seat, her legs pointing towards the sky. The car speeds off right before of the pursuers.
Gwen has caught her breath. She settles more properly into her seat. She casts grateful looks at Diana which is visibly annoyed!
- mmmmhh!!, mmmmffhh!!
- Oh, shut up!
- mmmmhh??
- Yet another plan ruined by your stupid habit of getting yourself bound and gagged!
- mmmmhh??
- We’ll fall back on plan B!
Gwen is lost in her thoughts. There is a plan B? When will Diana untie her? Her bonds are really tight and they are burning her. She so wants to be untied. She dreads having to stay tied up and gagged for yet another day. No! Diana is her friend. As soon as she stops the convertible, she will free Gwen from her damn bonds!
The car stops. Gwen recognizes the surroundings. U69’s aunt’s mansion is very close. Diana opens Gwen’s car door, which she can’t do herself. She is still bound.
Gwen tugs at her restraints to make Diana understand that she is eager to be finally freed.
- No! There is no need to remove your restraints. I got it. You have the amazing ability to attract bindings like a Christmas tree attracts Santa Claus. It’s unmistakable!
- mmmm!!, mmmmhh!!, mmmmffhh!!
Gwen is frustrated. If Diana doesn’t untie her, she will at least remove her gag! Gwen stands in front of Diana, shakes her head to slide her hair over her shoulder. This gesture reveals the knots of her gag.
- mmmmhh??, mmmmhh!!
Diana slangs two bags over her shoulders. Gwen is getting impatient.
- mmmmffhh??
- No use to remove your gag! I got it. You have an extraordinary gift. A real superpower! As soon as your gag is removed, the next one arrives immediately!
- mmmmff!!
- Let’s go. There shouldn’t be many people in the house.
Gwen followed Diana to a back door behind the house. Gwen is not happy. Her friend hasn’t untied her. Neither has she removed her gag. She is still tied up and gagged. With tight ties, with a gag well in place.
Diana pulls a tool out of one of her bags and picks the lock. As the door is open, Diana puts her finger to her lips to signal to Gwen that she has to be quiet. Gwen wonders if Diana knows what use her gag could have.
Diana has taken a rope out of one of her bags. She silently approaches a maid from behind.
Diana swiftly grabs the surprised girl. She quickly starts to bind her hands behind her back.
Gwen has come closer, tugging at her bonds. She has recognized Celeste, a young brunette in the service of Countess “M”.
Gwen is desperate. She pulls furiously at her restraints. If only she weren’t tied up! What a pleasure it would be tying up Celeste, one of her enemies. Just helping to tie up Celeste would already give her tremendous joy!
The ropes holding her helpless create only four loops. Two around her wrists, two around her elbows. But these ropes hold her wrists and her elbows together quite well. She tries again to free herself. She is securely tied. She remains securely tied. She is exasperated by her helplessness, by missing a unique opportunity.
Diana ignores Gwen’s efforts and binds Celeste ankles. She grabs roughly Celeste’s hair:
- Are you alone here?
- Yes.
Diana now gags her victim, which rekindles Gwen’s frustration. How she would have liked gagging Celeste!
Diana and Gwen are exploring the mansion.
They have arrived in the room where corsets, posture-improving devices and other accessories are stored.
- Nice collection, isn’t it?
Gwen sights. Horrible memories rush through her mind. She has worn these constricting corsets for far too long. Against her will. She has spent much more time in this house while abominably bound than free. As a matter of fact, she was always bound, tied or restrained. Day and night. And occasionally gagged.
The two girls are now in Tati’s office. Diana examines documents, takes notes, takes photographs. She is focused and excited:
- Now we are making progress. These documents prove Tati’s involvement in the Bulovian conspiracy.
- mmmmffhh!!
Gwen is furious. Diana could and still can easily untie her. Gwen wonders if Diana realizes how being kept in bondage is demoralizing. How she would like to be untied. Gwen comes to wish that Diana would experience bondage herself. Then she would understand. Then she wouldn’t let her unnecessarily in her bondage!
Diana goes ahead of Gwen in the mansion. Celeste, although still tied up and gagged, made her way into the kitchen. Gwen guesses Celeste’s intention and explains it to her friend:
- mmmmhh, mmmmff!!
Diana pays no attention to either Celeste nor Gwen and heads for the convertible.
Gwen wants so badly to be untied. Now it is time for Diana to untie her, isn’t it? She pulls at her restraints. Alas she is securely tied. She remains securely tied.
Diana and Gwen hit the road again. Gwen questions her neighbor:
- mmmmhh??, mmmmffhh??
- We are moving on to plan C
Gwen is lost in her thoughts. There is also a plan C? And when will Diana finally decide to untie her? She dreads that Diana will leave her bound and gagged all day! No! She has already been tied up for so long. This time she will free Gwen from her cruel bonds.
Diana parks the convertible in a deserted alley. Gwen recognizes the surroundings. The girls are near Fitchem’s office.
Diana took a jacket from the car’s trunk and draped it over Gwen’s shoulders. She ties also a scarf around Gwen’s head. These outfits roughly conceal the gag, the bindings and the tears in Gwen’s blouse.
The alley is deserted.
The two girls are now at the back of the building that houses the lawyer’s office. Diana instructs:
- I’ll try to get information that we are missing. You stay here. You warn me, should any of d’Arcy’s accomplice’s approach.
- mmmm??, mmmmhh??
- Oh, yes, we must convene of a signal. Let’s say that you whistle or that you knock over a trash bin.
- mmmm??, mmmmffhh??
Left alone, Gwen is perplexed. She is still tied up and gagged. How could the journalist have left her tied up and gagged? Doesn’t she know that her gag, well, gags her? Ang gagged she can neither whistle, nor speak, let alone scream.
Helpless, Gwen speculates. Of course! Diana wanted her to practice freeing herself! That’s the explanation!
Gwen is thinking of a way to free herself. She remembers that the only time she had managed to free herself, she had rubbed her bonds on a stone until they gave way.
Gwen spots a wall edge and begins her task.
The rope binding her wrists is strong. It only frays very slowly. Gwen bravely rubs her bonds, her wrists tied behind her back. Gwen is flexible. She can slightly pull her wrists to her side. She can see her bonds, but not the area she rubs. She feels bitterness of not being able to see her progress.
A woman approaches. Gwen recognizes Marie, one of the countess “M’s” maids. Gwen is anxious. Hidden, she has not been seen by Marie. She is still cruelly gagged. How can she warn Diana? And there is no trash bin nearby.
Marie passes without seeing Gwen. Gwen trembles, but Gwen does not act. She cannot act. Because of her bonds.
Gwen is alarmed. She wants to warn Diana, she wants to go to help her. Her bonds feel now more unbearable than ever. She angrily rubs them again the edge of the wall.
Diana returns, to Gwen’s relief. The journalist looks pleased.
- I found some very interesting information about your supposed inheritance.
- mmmmhh??
- And I had fun tying up the lawyer’s secretary!
- She used the main door, didn’t she?
- mmmmffhh!!
- Yes, of course she did. You would have warned me if she had come through here!
- mmmmhh!!
- Now let’s go. We have to assess the situation and decide on our next steps.
To be continued (in a few days)
The next morning, Gwendoline and Diana are finishing their breakfast.
Diana explained that she had managed to spy on sir d’Arcy. She learned that d’Arcy was planning to “soften up” Gwendoline, to seduce her and then to marry her. It is still unclear why he wants to marry her. D’Arcy’s vile plan began with the kidnapping of Gwendoline. That is how Diana found out that Gwendoline had been kidnapped, but she did not know where was being held.
It took her a long time to locate her before rescuing her.
The journalist expresses her displeasure:
- If you wouldn’t get tied up all the time, we would save a lot of time.
- Do you think I enjoy being tied up and gagged?
- It would seem so! You have been getting tied up all the time for the past three days!
- No! I don’t want to be tied up anymore. I have been tied up too often. I can’t stand being tied anymore!
- You even managed twice to get tied up twice a day! I had to spent a lot of time searching for you to come to untie you!
Gwendoline is grateful.
- Fortunately, you freed me from my bonds. I still tremble when I think of what would have happened to me without your help!
- With all the time lost, we haven’t really made progress. However, we know that sir d’Arcy intends to kidnap you. So here is what will happen:
I’ll go snooping around sir d’Arcy’s castle while you stay safely here.
- I will come with you! In the first place, it’s my investigation. Besides, I know the castle better than you and I could be helpful!
Diana hesitates. Then she agrees: - Okay, but be careful! If you get tied up again, I will tie you up myself tomorrow. I will be simpler.
Gwendoline smiles. She took Diana’s warning for a joke.
Diana drives her convertible to sir d’Arcy’s castle. Next to her is Gwendoline letting her hair float in the wind. On Diana’s recommendations, Gwendoline wears a white scarf, a pale green blouse, a short brown skirt, green tights and black ballet flats. She will not be very noticeable and able to move easily. Diana chose the same type of clothing but went for grey where Gwendoline went for green.
Diana parks the convertible in the forest, at a short distance from the castle, after having made a turning maneuver.
The two girls approach the castle. Diana explains:
- OK, here is the plan. We are going to hide in bushes along the access road to the castle. I’ll crouch in this bush; you will hide in a bush a little farther, on the other side of the driveway. The castle’s gate will open any moment now. The goal is to identify the vehicles in the courtyard. This way, we will have a good idea of who is in there. Then we will enter the castle through a service door at the back of the castle.
- At your command, chief!
Hidden in a bush, Gwendoline is thinking. How does Diana know that the porch will open soon? Looking around, she notices some beautiful flowered paving a short distance away. St. John’s wort. She imagines herself adorned with one or more of these golden flowers in her hair.
NO! This is not the time to be vain. She is on duty!
A doe approaches the flowers, followed by five fawns. The animals begin to graze on the flowers. Gwendoline moves a bit to watch, this degrades her cover, but she takes care to keep out of sight from the castle. The animals are not frightened. It is rare to see such a delicate spectacle.
Brutal hands grab Gwendoline’s arms and twist them behind her back. She feels a rope wrapping around her wrists. The rope is tight and Gwen lets out a sigh of pain. A second rope forces her elbows to come together. The rope wraps around roughly around her elbows. A moan of pain escapes her. Her hands and elbows are now bound together behind her back. Strong hands hold Gwen firmly. A stocky man passes in front of her and unties her scarf.
She recognizes him instantly. It was during her second capture. She hadn’t forgotten the hours she had passed, alone, powerless, gagged, atrociously pulled by her bonds, in an immodest posture, stripped of her skirt, in an abandoned mill. Spike and Joe, d’Arcy’s henchmen, had kidnapped her and inflicted her this infamous suffering.
One of the thugs is now pushing the scarf rolled into a ball into Gwen’s mouth. The other thug is tearing strips of fabric from her blouse. Strips are pushed into her mouth, then tied behind her neck. Other strips are placed over her mouth and tied behind her neck.
Gwen didn’t scream. She didn’t want that her attackers spot Diana and capture her as well. Now she can no longer speak, let alone scream. She is skillfully gagged.
Spike and Joe are talking:
- That’s a stroke of luck! The boss’s bimbo, right before our door!
- The boss is going to be happy. Plus, we tied her the way he likes. Very tightly but with no excessive ropes.
- Yeah! Anyway, we only had short ropes!
- Come on, chick, move!
Gwen is pushed toward the castle.
Diana, well hidden, had watched the sad scene, exasperated.
- Amazing! This time it took her only a few minutes to get tied up and gagged!
Gwen, followed by her two captors, has just passed before Diana’s hiding place. Diana slips out of her hiding spot, trips one of the men, delivers a violent blow to the other’s head with a stick and shouts:
- Gwen! We run!
The two girls dash toward their car.
The two scoundrels recover and engage in pursuit.
The lead of the two girls allows them to reach their vehicle before being caught. Gwen, with her hands tied behind her back, cannot open her door. She slides her butt over the edge and lets herself down onto the seat, her legs pointing towards the sky. The car speeds off right before of the pursuers.
Gwen has caught her breath. She settles more properly into her seat. She casts grateful looks at Diana which is visibly annoyed!
- mmmmhh!!, mmmmffhh!!
- Oh, shut up!
- mmmmhh??
- Yet another plan ruined by your stupid habit of getting yourself bound and gagged!
- mmmmhh??
- We’ll fall back on plan B!
Gwen is lost in her thoughts. There is a plan B? When will Diana untie her? Her bonds are really tight and they are burning her. She so wants to be untied. She dreads having to stay tied up and gagged for yet another day. No! Diana is her friend. As soon as she stops the convertible, she will free Gwen from her damn bonds!
The car stops. Gwen recognizes the surroundings. U69’s aunt’s mansion is very close. Diana opens Gwen’s car door, which she can’t do herself. She is still bound.
Gwen tugs at her restraints to make Diana understand that she is eager to be finally freed.
- No! There is no need to remove your restraints. I got it. You have the amazing ability to attract bindings like a Christmas tree attracts Santa Claus. It’s unmistakable!
- mmmm!!, mmmmhh!!, mmmmffhh!!
Gwen is frustrated. If Diana doesn’t untie her, she will at least remove her gag! Gwen stands in front of Diana, shakes her head to slide her hair over her shoulder. This gesture reveals the knots of her gag.
- mmmmhh??, mmmmhh!!
Diana slangs two bags over her shoulders. Gwen is getting impatient.
- mmmmffhh??
- No use to remove your gag! I got it. You have an extraordinary gift. A real superpower! As soon as your gag is removed, the next one arrives immediately!
- mmmmff!!
- Let’s go. There shouldn’t be many people in the house.
Gwen followed Diana to a back door behind the house. Gwen is not happy. Her friend hasn’t untied her. Neither has she removed her gag. She is still tied up and gagged. With tight ties, with a gag well in place.
Diana pulls a tool out of one of her bags and picks the lock. As the door is open, Diana puts her finger to her lips to signal to Gwen that she has to be quiet. Gwen wonders if Diana knows what use her gag could have.
Diana has taken a rope out of one of her bags. She silently approaches a maid from behind.
Diana swiftly grabs the surprised girl. She quickly starts to bind her hands behind her back.
Gwen has come closer, tugging at her bonds. She has recognized Celeste, a young brunette in the service of Countess “M”.
Gwen is desperate. She pulls furiously at her restraints. If only she weren’t tied up! What a pleasure it would be tying up Celeste, one of her enemies. Just helping to tie up Celeste would already give her tremendous joy!
The ropes holding her helpless create only four loops. Two around her wrists, two around her elbows. But these ropes hold her wrists and her elbows together quite well. She tries again to free herself. She is securely tied. She remains securely tied. She is exasperated by her helplessness, by missing a unique opportunity.
Diana ignores Gwen’s efforts and binds Celeste ankles. She grabs roughly Celeste’s hair:
- Are you alone here?
- Yes.
Diana now gags her victim, which rekindles Gwen’s frustration. How she would have liked gagging Celeste!
Diana and Gwen are exploring the mansion.
They have arrived in the room where corsets, posture-improving devices and other accessories are stored.
- Nice collection, isn’t it?
Gwen sights. Horrible memories rush through her mind. She has worn these constricting corsets for far too long. Against her will. She has spent much more time in this house while abominably bound than free. As a matter of fact, she was always bound, tied or restrained. Day and night. And occasionally gagged.
The two girls are now in Tati’s office. Diana examines documents, takes notes, takes photographs. She is focused and excited:
- Now we are making progress. These documents prove Tati’s involvement in the Bulovian conspiracy.
- mmmmffhh!!
Gwen is furious. Diana could and still can easily untie her. Gwen wonders if Diana realizes how being kept in bondage is demoralizing. How she would like to be untied. Gwen comes to wish that Diana would experience bondage herself. Then she would understand. Then she wouldn’t let her unnecessarily in her bondage!
Diana goes ahead of Gwen in the mansion. Celeste, although still tied up and gagged, made her way into the kitchen. Gwen guesses Celeste’s intention and explains it to her friend:
- mmmmhh, mmmmff!!
Diana pays no attention to either Celeste nor Gwen and heads for the convertible.
Gwen wants so badly to be untied. Now it is time for Diana to untie her, isn’t it? She pulls at her restraints. Alas she is securely tied. She remains securely tied.
Diana and Gwen hit the road again. Gwen questions her neighbor:
- mmmmhh??, mmmmffhh??
- We are moving on to plan C
Gwen is lost in her thoughts. There is also a plan C? And when will Diana finally decide to untie her? She dreads that Diana will leave her bound and gagged all day! No! She has already been tied up for so long. This time she will free Gwen from her cruel bonds.
Diana parks the convertible in a deserted alley. Gwen recognizes the surroundings. The girls are near Fitchem’s office.
Diana took a jacket from the car’s trunk and draped it over Gwen’s shoulders. She ties also a scarf around Gwen’s head. These outfits roughly conceal the gag, the bindings and the tears in Gwen’s blouse.
The alley is deserted.
The two girls are now at the back of the building that houses the lawyer’s office. Diana instructs:
- I’ll try to get information that we are missing. You stay here. You warn me, should any of d’Arcy’s accomplice’s approach.
- mmmm??, mmmmhh??
- Oh, yes, we must convene of a signal. Let’s say that you whistle or that you knock over a trash bin.
- mmmm??, mmmmffhh??
Left alone, Gwen is perplexed. She is still tied up and gagged. How could the journalist have left her tied up and gagged? Doesn’t she know that her gag, well, gags her? Ang gagged she can neither whistle, nor speak, let alone scream.
Helpless, Gwen speculates. Of course! Diana wanted her to practice freeing herself! That’s the explanation!
Gwen is thinking of a way to free herself. She remembers that the only time she had managed to free herself, she had rubbed her bonds on a stone until they gave way.
Gwen spots a wall edge and begins her task.
The rope binding her wrists is strong. It only frays very slowly. Gwen bravely rubs her bonds, her wrists tied behind her back. Gwen is flexible. She can slightly pull her wrists to her side. She can see her bonds, but not the area she rubs. She feels bitterness of not being able to see her progress.
A woman approaches. Gwen recognizes Marie, one of the countess “M’s” maids. Gwen is anxious. Hidden, she has not been seen by Marie. She is still cruelly gagged. How can she warn Diana? And there is no trash bin nearby.
Marie passes without seeing Gwen. Gwen trembles, but Gwen does not act. She cannot act. Because of her bonds.
Gwen is alarmed. She wants to warn Diana, she wants to go to help her. Her bonds feel now more unbearable than ever. She angrily rubs them again the edge of the wall.
Diana returns, to Gwen’s relief. The journalist looks pleased.
- I found some very interesting information about your supposed inheritance.
- mmmmhh??
- And I had fun tying up the lawyer’s secretary!
- She used the main door, didn’t she?
- mmmmffhh!!
- Yes, of course she did. You would have warned me if she had come through here!
- mmmmhh!!
- Now let’s go. We have to assess the situation and decide on our next steps.
To be continued (in a few days)
Chapter 1.11. Gwendoline in the hands of sir d’Arcy
The next morning, Diana and Gwendoline finish their breakfast.
Diana is not pleased with her yesterday’s discoveries. She discovered that a man named Couteau, CEO of an American company is about to retire, that the company is to be sold, that the proceeds are to be paid to Gwendoline.
Gwendoline rejected all of this. She has neither friends nor relatives in America, knows no one by the name Couteau, thus the journalist must have been misled.
Gwendoline is wearing a white blouse, a short black skit, white tights and white ballet flats. Diana is wearing similar clothes, except for her light gray tights.
Diana is thoughtful and asks Gwendoline.
- Let’s go on. How would you like to be tied up today? You may choose between ropes, handcuffs, a single glove, or leather straps that I “borrowed” from U69’s aunt. You may even choose the color of your ropes.
- No! Enough! Since I came back from Bulovia, I have been tied up every day! It’s unbearable. I want to be free!
- Come on. You know very well that, by one way or another, you will be turned into a tied-up girl soon enough!
- No way!
- Just appreciate that today you may choose your bonds yourself!
A male voice says:
- Maybe we can help you choose?
Zaza, Fifi, Celeste and Roger burst into the room. Celeste and Roger are armed with a browning, Zaza and Fifi are carrying various items.
Uncle Roger: - Hi, girls.
Gwendoline is stunned, Diana remains calm. The uncle resumes, speaking to his niece:
- The choice Diana offered you doesn’t suit you? Don’t worry! We have brought you an alternative you will enjoy. Do you remember the other day when the police officer doubted that you were mentally challenged?
Celeste threatens Diana with her gun. Zaza begins tying her wrists behind her back.
Fifi begins putting Gwendoline into a white jacket. A straitjacket! She protests:
- No! I am not crazy. Don’t put me in a straitjacket!
The uncle chuckles.
- It would be madness to refuse this nice outfit. It has laces in its back and straps around the arms. Fifi will tighten them as much as she can and you will be wrapped snugly in your jacket.
While Fifi proceeds straitjacketing Gwendoline, Roger looks at Diana with admiration:
- My compliments on your skills. It took us days to find where you were hiding.
Gwen casts a confused look. Her uncle adds:
- I see that my slow-witted niece does not understand. Care to explain it to her?
Diana: - We are not at my place here. We are in my boyfriend’s appartement. He is on a business trip abroad.
Gwen: - Leave Diana alone!
Celeste reacts: - Have you already forgotten that she humiliated me? That she brutally tied me up and gagged me? Know that I needed an hour to free myself. I have a score the settle with her.
Fifi finished tightening the straps of Gwen’s straitjacket:
- I neither forget the humiliation this one inflicted on me, neither the painful bump she gave me. I have a score to settle with her.
Diana is now securely tied up. Zaza stuffed a large foam ball in Diana’s mouth. She covered her lips with a flesh-colored tape. She now draws lips on the tape.
Gwen’s straitjacket is laced and buckled. It clings to her body. Her arms are like glued against her body. Even her hands and fingers are immobilized. Uncle Roger has put away his gun to insert a white leather gag into Gwen’s mouth.
Fifi appraises Gwen:
- Your jacket really suits you. It would have been madness to refuse such a nice outfit!
Roger: - Zaza, throw a jacket aver Diana’s shoulders and let’s go. Our guests are eager to discover today’s entertainments!
The four villains chuckle as they lead the girls out of the apartment. As they leave, the helpless girls exchange looks of sympathy.
Gwen feels ashamed in the street. Trussed in a straitjacket and gagged, under the ironic gaze of passersby. She drew attention, locked in her narrow straitjacket.
Diana’s ties and gag were only roughly concealed but no one noticed Diana’s bondage. Of course! All eyes were on Gwen, who felt deeply humiliated.
She thought about running away since her legs were free. She gave up in the idea. What chance did she have of succeeding? Tied up in a tight straitjacket and gagged? Even if by some miracle, she had escaped her enemies, what could she do? Completely helpless in her jacket. She would not be capable of removing her straitjacket, and no one would have freed her from that awful straitjacket.
A car driven by the uncle takes Gwen and Fifi. Another car takes the tree other girls. Fifi sits next to Gwen. To keep herself busy, she tightly ties Gwen’s thighs.
Gwen thinks that her situation is now hopeless. She is squeezed in a straitjacket so tightly laced that she can’t even move her hands. Let alone her arms. Incapable of movements, she cannot free herself from her hateful jacket. She is also gagged with a thick leather gag. Her situation is critical as her only ally is also in the hands of her enemies. Diana is also tied up and gagged. She was tied by Zaza and Gwen knows by experience that a girl bound by Zaza stays bound. She cannot free herself.
Gwen gives in to melancholy. She knows that a grim fate awaits her. She has no more hope. Neither of freeing herself nor of being rescued.
Gwen is now in a room in the basement of Count d’Arcy’s castle. She is lying in a kind of glass box. The box is on a table, in the middle of the room, it measures about 8 feet long by 4 feet wide and 3 feet high. The bottom of the box is covered with a layer of sand. There are some green plants in her box. The box is closed by a fine wire mesh.
Gwen wears only her undies and tights. Her hands are bounds behind her back and her ankles are tied. She still wears her white leather gag.
Fifi approaches. She seems to be holding something behind her back.
- Oh, what a nice beast in its terrarium. But all alone. I will remedy to that!
Fifi shows what she was holding behind her back. It’s a glass cylinder containing two snakes. Gwen does not know the species.
Fifi opens a hatch on top of the terrarium. She pours the snakes in, quickly closes the hatch and explains:
- These snakes are not deadly but their bite is very painful. I suggest you do not play with them.
- mmmmhh!!
Gwen does not dare to move. She is not reassured. Gwen is a country girl. She lives in a farm, on the countryside. She is not really afraid of snakes. She has seen snakes and even hold some of them in her hands. She knows that her skin is rather silky. However, she is worried. She doesn’t know these snakes. They may bite her.
Uncle Roger, accompanied by Spike and Joe, enters the room. He speaks quietly to Fifi:
- Your teasing seems a bit harmless; don’t you think?
- Oh, but it just began. Look.
Fifi leads Roger near a table against a wall. There are glass cylinders on the table. The one which contained the snakes is empty. One contains spiders. Very large spiders. One contains mice, one contains roaches. There are also some items like thick gloves, small food boxes, a box containing sawdust and some more boxes.
Rogers grins:
- I see!
The bad guys watch Gwen and the snakes in the glass box.
After some time, Roger exclaims:
- Let us go for a beer. We will return after having our beer!
Left alone with the snakes, Gwen remembers the previous hours. Her uncle and the count made her play a cruel game. Roger explained that he had placed 3 green balls and 3 blue balls in the castle. The balls are made of foam and have the size of an orange. If Gwen fins and brings back the green ones, she will be freed. If she finds and brings back the blue ones, Diana will be freed. Gwen knows that her uncle keeps his promises. She saw a chance to escape from the clutches of her tormentors.
But the perverts had left her tightly bound in her firmly laced straitjacket. They also had left her gagged. Nonetheless, Gwen began searching for the ball, under amused gaze of her hosts.
She found a green ball placed on a sideboard, in a hallway, near the exit door. Gagged and tightly bound in her straitjacket, what could she do?
Then she had an idea. She twisted herself, pinched the ball between her chin and her chest. Then she carefully walked to the basket where she was to drop the balls. She feared dropping the ball. Straitjacketed as she was, she would be incapable of picking up the ball.
Encouraged by her success, she began to look for the other balls. She found one right on the count’s bed! She rolled on the bed. She managed to grab the ball under her chin.
After hours, she had gathered two blue balls and two green balls. Victory was at hand!
She resumed her search, still gagged and tightly straitjacketed.
Then she discovered a ball. On a tall cabinet! Out of reach, as she was helplessly straitjacketed. Now she realized the perversity of the game. With difficulty, she gathered four balls, the remaining ones being out of reach.
What a sad game she was playing. Wait, what is happening now?
A young bearded man enters the room. He glances at the scene and whispers, horrified.
- Oh my!
The young man puts on the gloves, opens the terrarium lid, catches the snakes, replaces them in her glass cylinder. He quickly frees Gwen. He explains:
- I am Rydac. Also known as Lieutenant U79. I am a colleague of U69. Are you hurt? Can you walk?
- No, I was not bitten and yes, I think I can walk.
Rydac covers Gwen with a blanket and leads her to the door.
Night is falling.
Rydac drove and carried Gwendoline into his house. He offered her to take a bath, suggested some clothes (men’s clothes, too large for her), served her a good meal. Now Gwendoline is siting in an armchair, under a blanket, near the fireplace, feeling the soothing heat coming from the fire.
Rydac has carefully listened to Gwendoline’s story. He is trying to comfort her:
- Fortunately, the beasts in the terrarium did not bite you. Relax, rest. You are out of danger. You are safe here.
Gwendoline is still confused by her recent ordeals. She looks gratefully at Rydac:
- How could I ever thank you?
- A smile will be enough for me.
Gwendoline displays her most beautiful smile.
She explains:
- I am worried about my friend Diana. She was kidnapped by those evil crooks and I don’t know what might had happened to her.
- Everything will be fine, I promise. Tomorrow, I’ll get you some clothes, then I will find your friend, safe and sound. Now relax. Think at pleasant things.
Exhausted, happy to have Rydac’s help, Gwendoline falls asleep peacefully, by the fireplace.
To be continued (in a few days)
The next morning, Diana and Gwendoline finish their breakfast.
Diana is not pleased with her yesterday’s discoveries. She discovered that a man named Couteau, CEO of an American company is about to retire, that the company is to be sold, that the proceeds are to be paid to Gwendoline.
Gwendoline rejected all of this. She has neither friends nor relatives in America, knows no one by the name Couteau, thus the journalist must have been misled.
Gwendoline is wearing a white blouse, a short black skit, white tights and white ballet flats. Diana is wearing similar clothes, except for her light gray tights.
Diana is thoughtful and asks Gwendoline.
- Let’s go on. How would you like to be tied up today? You may choose between ropes, handcuffs, a single glove, or leather straps that I “borrowed” from U69’s aunt. You may even choose the color of your ropes.
- No! Enough! Since I came back from Bulovia, I have been tied up every day! It’s unbearable. I want to be free!
- Come on. You know very well that, by one way or another, you will be turned into a tied-up girl soon enough!
- No way!
- Just appreciate that today you may choose your bonds yourself!
A male voice says:
- Maybe we can help you choose?
Zaza, Fifi, Celeste and Roger burst into the room. Celeste and Roger are armed with a browning, Zaza and Fifi are carrying various items.
Uncle Roger: - Hi, girls.
Gwendoline is stunned, Diana remains calm. The uncle resumes, speaking to his niece:
- The choice Diana offered you doesn’t suit you? Don’t worry! We have brought you an alternative you will enjoy. Do you remember the other day when the police officer doubted that you were mentally challenged?
Celeste threatens Diana with her gun. Zaza begins tying her wrists behind her back.
Fifi begins putting Gwendoline into a white jacket. A straitjacket! She protests:
- No! I am not crazy. Don’t put me in a straitjacket!
The uncle chuckles.
- It would be madness to refuse this nice outfit. It has laces in its back and straps around the arms. Fifi will tighten them as much as she can and you will be wrapped snugly in your jacket.
While Fifi proceeds straitjacketing Gwendoline, Roger looks at Diana with admiration:
- My compliments on your skills. It took us days to find where you were hiding.
Gwen casts a confused look. Her uncle adds:
- I see that my slow-witted niece does not understand. Care to explain it to her?
Diana: - We are not at my place here. We are in my boyfriend’s appartement. He is on a business trip abroad.
Gwen: - Leave Diana alone!
Celeste reacts: - Have you already forgotten that she humiliated me? That she brutally tied me up and gagged me? Know that I needed an hour to free myself. I have a score the settle with her.
Fifi finished tightening the straps of Gwen’s straitjacket:
- I neither forget the humiliation this one inflicted on me, neither the painful bump she gave me. I have a score to settle with her.
Diana is now securely tied up. Zaza stuffed a large foam ball in Diana’s mouth. She covered her lips with a flesh-colored tape. She now draws lips on the tape.
Gwen’s straitjacket is laced and buckled. It clings to her body. Her arms are like glued against her body. Even her hands and fingers are immobilized. Uncle Roger has put away his gun to insert a white leather gag into Gwen’s mouth.
Fifi appraises Gwen:
- Your jacket really suits you. It would have been madness to refuse such a nice outfit!
Roger: - Zaza, throw a jacket aver Diana’s shoulders and let’s go. Our guests are eager to discover today’s entertainments!
The four villains chuckle as they lead the girls out of the apartment. As they leave, the helpless girls exchange looks of sympathy.
Gwen feels ashamed in the street. Trussed in a straitjacket and gagged, under the ironic gaze of passersby. She drew attention, locked in her narrow straitjacket.
Diana’s ties and gag were only roughly concealed but no one noticed Diana’s bondage. Of course! All eyes were on Gwen, who felt deeply humiliated.
She thought about running away since her legs were free. She gave up in the idea. What chance did she have of succeeding? Tied up in a tight straitjacket and gagged? Even if by some miracle, she had escaped her enemies, what could she do? Completely helpless in her jacket. She would not be capable of removing her straitjacket, and no one would have freed her from that awful straitjacket.
A car driven by the uncle takes Gwen and Fifi. Another car takes the tree other girls. Fifi sits next to Gwen. To keep herself busy, she tightly ties Gwen’s thighs.
Gwen thinks that her situation is now hopeless. She is squeezed in a straitjacket so tightly laced that she can’t even move her hands. Let alone her arms. Incapable of movements, she cannot free herself from her hateful jacket. She is also gagged with a thick leather gag. Her situation is critical as her only ally is also in the hands of her enemies. Diana is also tied up and gagged. She was tied by Zaza and Gwen knows by experience that a girl bound by Zaza stays bound. She cannot free herself.
Gwen gives in to melancholy. She knows that a grim fate awaits her. She has no more hope. Neither of freeing herself nor of being rescued.
Gwen is now in a room in the basement of Count d’Arcy’s castle. She is lying in a kind of glass box. The box is on a table, in the middle of the room, it measures about 8 feet long by 4 feet wide and 3 feet high. The bottom of the box is covered with a layer of sand. There are some green plants in her box. The box is closed by a fine wire mesh.
Gwen wears only her undies and tights. Her hands are bounds behind her back and her ankles are tied. She still wears her white leather gag.
Fifi approaches. She seems to be holding something behind her back.
- Oh, what a nice beast in its terrarium. But all alone. I will remedy to that!
Fifi shows what she was holding behind her back. It’s a glass cylinder containing two snakes. Gwen does not know the species.
Fifi opens a hatch on top of the terrarium. She pours the snakes in, quickly closes the hatch and explains:
- These snakes are not deadly but their bite is very painful. I suggest you do not play with them.
- mmmmhh!!
Gwen does not dare to move. She is not reassured. Gwen is a country girl. She lives in a farm, on the countryside. She is not really afraid of snakes. She has seen snakes and even hold some of them in her hands. She knows that her skin is rather silky. However, she is worried. She doesn’t know these snakes. They may bite her.
Uncle Roger, accompanied by Spike and Joe, enters the room. He speaks quietly to Fifi:
- Your teasing seems a bit harmless; don’t you think?
- Oh, but it just began. Look.
Fifi leads Roger near a table against a wall. There are glass cylinders on the table. The one which contained the snakes is empty. One contains spiders. Very large spiders. One contains mice, one contains roaches. There are also some items like thick gloves, small food boxes, a box containing sawdust and some more boxes.
Rogers grins:
- I see!
The bad guys watch Gwen and the snakes in the glass box.
After some time, Roger exclaims:
- Let us go for a beer. We will return after having our beer!
Left alone with the snakes, Gwen remembers the previous hours. Her uncle and the count made her play a cruel game. Roger explained that he had placed 3 green balls and 3 blue balls in the castle. The balls are made of foam and have the size of an orange. If Gwen fins and brings back the green ones, she will be freed. If she finds and brings back the blue ones, Diana will be freed. Gwen knows that her uncle keeps his promises. She saw a chance to escape from the clutches of her tormentors.
But the perverts had left her tightly bound in her firmly laced straitjacket. They also had left her gagged. Nonetheless, Gwen began searching for the ball, under amused gaze of her hosts.
She found a green ball placed on a sideboard, in a hallway, near the exit door. Gagged and tightly bound in her straitjacket, what could she do?
Then she had an idea. She twisted herself, pinched the ball between her chin and her chest. Then she carefully walked to the basket where she was to drop the balls. She feared dropping the ball. Straitjacketed as she was, she would be incapable of picking up the ball.
Encouraged by her success, she began to look for the other balls. She found one right on the count’s bed! She rolled on the bed. She managed to grab the ball under her chin.
After hours, she had gathered two blue balls and two green balls. Victory was at hand!
She resumed her search, still gagged and tightly straitjacketed.
Then she discovered a ball. On a tall cabinet! Out of reach, as she was helplessly straitjacketed. Now she realized the perversity of the game. With difficulty, she gathered four balls, the remaining ones being out of reach.
What a sad game she was playing. Wait, what is happening now?
A young bearded man enters the room. He glances at the scene and whispers, horrified.
- Oh my!
The young man puts on the gloves, opens the terrarium lid, catches the snakes, replaces them in her glass cylinder. He quickly frees Gwen. He explains:
- I am Rydac. Also known as Lieutenant U79. I am a colleague of U69. Are you hurt? Can you walk?
- No, I was not bitten and yes, I think I can walk.
Rydac covers Gwen with a blanket and leads her to the door.
Night is falling.
Rydac drove and carried Gwendoline into his house. He offered her to take a bath, suggested some clothes (men’s clothes, too large for her), served her a good meal. Now Gwendoline is siting in an armchair, under a blanket, near the fireplace, feeling the soothing heat coming from the fire.
Rydac has carefully listened to Gwendoline’s story. He is trying to comfort her:
- Fortunately, the beasts in the terrarium did not bite you. Relax, rest. You are out of danger. You are safe here.
Gwendoline is still confused by her recent ordeals. She looks gratefully at Rydac:
- How could I ever thank you?
- A smile will be enough for me.
Gwendoline displays her most beautiful smile.
She explains:
- I am worried about my friend Diana. She was kidnapped by those evil crooks and I don’t know what might had happened to her.
- Everything will be fine, I promise. Tomorrow, I’ll get you some clothes, then I will find your friend, safe and sound. Now relax. Think at pleasant things.
Exhausted, happy to have Rydac’s help, Gwendoline falls asleep peacefully, by the fireplace.
To be continued (in a few days)